Ton Aseer

For long I stay,

Things can be best enjoyed in a leisurely way;

Coming for miles and miles, alone I mount and sigh,

I croon and gaze from Homesick Terrace high;

The pipes and strings do hasten spring not to delay

Can I be gay?

The town in bloom, I’m grieved to be far, far away.

How many times can I, grown old, see spring again

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Wine cup in hand, I see spring off in vain

Out if it’s north or south by and by.

Lying drunk ‘neath old vines, I can’t make

And swiftly melts in azure sky.

Flying cloud in face turns to dragon or snake.

And hear hundreds of orioles sing.

Deep, deep along the stream I go

They undulate and fill mountains with spring

The spring rain hastens roadside flowers to grow;

Song of Good Event

The slender beauty's dressed in emerald all about;