The Spring of Separation

Wild, wild, the spring tide reaches the rivers height; Strong, strong, the spring tide rolls on and on. Glittering, glittering, the full moon rises into the sky bright; Strong, strong, the moon spreads on the waves, on the plains, on the woods, On the flowers. Sparkling, sparkling, the moonbeam is mirrored in the spring tides. Unawares, unawares, beside the shores, the moonlight snows the sand; The moon, when first it shone; Beside the shores, who first beheld? Alas! The Penelope’s ten-year torture of mine! I truly understand. You like Odysseus wander the shores as the clouds flying away. As the moon, the course of life is on its way. Piteous, piteous, the moonlight covers the towers Where I climb on and groan- as we are Arcas and Callisto. The beam merges in the curtain, the anvil, and my polished dresser, Which invokes my eager amour of your distant soul. I wish I were the tender moonlight to bath you all. With the gleaming moonbeam, my warm love is floating; My eagerness, the groups of flying geese fail sending. Suddenly, suddenly the school of fish springs into the current flowing, Which quickly makes the rough ripples on the waves dissipate. O! ‘Tis like my innermost yearnings beginning to evaporate. The spring of sorrows! That night I dreamed the flowers’ falling; The spring, the current is carrying; The sea, the moon is gradually melting in. O! My youth and your flesh like the spring and moon are fading; I spend half the spring awaiting your reappearance on the sea; On the ocean, in Troy, you continue going on the long journey. I lament, and sigh- Wishing you could appear by the oceanfront; I will mourn no more when you return from the exotic faraway place. Further south and north, you depart. Tonight will be a tarnished night. Veiling the shinning moon, the mass of mist rolls in off the sea; Sorrowful, sorrowful, the vague moonlight ascends the riverside tree.