To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" <br /> <br />Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary <br />to rearrange my hair. <br />Plum flowers, newly fallen, drift about the courtyard <br />in the evening wind. <br />The moon looks pale and light clouds float <br />to and fro. <br /> <br />Incense lies idle in the jade duck-shaped burner. <br />The cherry-red bed-curtain is drawn close, <br />concealing its tassels. <br />Can Tung-Hsi's horn still ward off the cold?<br /><br />Li Ch'ing Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tz-u-no-9-weary-2/
