Treading on Grass
By Yan Shu
The farewell song is sung for you;
We drink our cups and bid adieu.
I look back though fragrant dust keeps you out of view.
My horse going home neighs along the forest wide,
Your sailing boat will go farther with rising tide.
My heart broken in painted bower,
My eyes worn out in lofty tower,
The sun sheds departing rays on the parting one.
Boundless and endless will my sorrow ever run;
On earth or in the sky it will never be done.