Autumn Thoughts at the South of the City
to the tune of Parrot
I live in the south of the city when it is cool,
And often read Confucius under a lamplight.
Autumn comes, I would feel sad as would Song Yu1 do,
No longer compose poetry for love and delight.
Drop by drop, the autumn rain beats the banana leave,
As if sending off him who takes leave.
Willow branches2 by the river bridge are all broken,
Watching wayside pavilions I feel my griefs woken.
1. Song Yu, a scholar and writer in Warring period, whose work entitled “Nine Defenses” begins with an elegy to the sad autumn.
2. A willow branch was often used by the ancient Chines as a toke n of sending off one’s dear ones or best friend.