終風 zhong feng
the wind blows and is fierce ,
he looks at me and smiles ,
with scornful words and dissolute , -- the smile of pride .
to the center of my heart i am grieved .
the wind blows , with clouds of dust .
kindly he seems to be willing to come to me ;
[but] he neither goes nor comes .
long , long , do i think of him .
the wind blew , and the sky was cloudy ;
before a day elapses , it is cloudy again .
i awake , and cannot sleep ;
i think of him , and gasp .
all cloudy is the darkness ,
and the thunder keeps muttering .
i awake and cannot sleep ;
i think of him , and my breast is full of pain .