Elegy on My Wise Mistress
I still remember her singing “Mulberry Song”,
And the wedding of her beauty with my renown.
In autumn we enjoyed the southern moon for long;
In winter severed by west mountains snowflakes crown.
I relished no rich soup but prepared by her hand;
Our talk from heart to heart gave nothing but delight.
How could the twenty years we passed in southern land
Last not so long as happy dreams of vernal night?
The poet’s wise mistress died in autumn 1773.