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Confucius - A Wife Mourns For Her Husband
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The dolichos grows and covers the thorn,
    O`er the waste is the dragon-plant creeping.
  The man of my heart is away and I mourn--
    What home have I, lonely and weeping?

  Covering the jujubes the dolichos grows,
    The graves many dragon-plants cover;
  But where is the man on whose breast I`d repose?
    No home have I, having no lover!

  Fair to see was the pillow of horn,
    And fair the bed-chamber`s adorning;
  But the man of my heart is not here, and I mourn
    All alone, and wait for the morning.

  While the long days of summer pass over my head,
    And long winter nights leave their traces,
  I`m alone! Till a hundred of years shall have fled,
    And then I shall meet his embraces.

  Through the long winter nights I am burdened with fears,
    Through the long summer days I am lonely;
  But when time shall have counted its hundreds of years
    I then shall be his--and his only!
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