Seven Rhymes: Inquiry about Chrysanthemums
Original
By Rhythm
Upon returning from the feast, I thought of my old friends; last year's lack of intention led me to their enclosure.
Once, I lamented my loneliness amidst the bitter sea, and sought to test my sword with the divine dragon's might.
Two autumn cuts sever the sorrow, equally dividing the moonlight, which stirs thoughts of longing.
My heart aches with countless feelings, too vast to send across the immense distance; fearing memories of dreams broken in Yunnan, at the time of the year.
Original
I wish to convey my autumn feelings, but few will understand; I softly turn and, with my hands, bow to the east fence:
With whom shall I hide, aloof from the world? When one flower blooms, will it still be late?
Dew on the fields, frost on the courtyard, how lonely; the migrating geese, sick with longing, can also be a reason for sorrow?
Do not say that few people engage in conversation; why not speak, even for a fleeting moment?
