Yue Fei: Manifold Little Hills ~《小重山》 岳飞 with English Translations


《小重山》 岳飞



Manifold Little Hills

Yue Fei

The autumn crickets chirped incessantly last night,

Breaking my dream homebound;

‘T was already midnight.

I got up and alone in the yard walked around;

On window screen the moon shone bright;

There was no human sound.

My hair turns grey

For the glorious day.

In native hills bamboos and pines grow old.

O when can I see my household?

I would confide to my lute what I have in view,

But connoisseurs are few.

Who would be listening,

Though I break my lute string?

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