Sad for the Cyclone

Sad for the Cyclone

This poem reveals a lingering mood of sorrow and anxiety.

The cyclone is tearing hui grasses.

I am laden with a great sorrow.

The hui grasses are soft and weak and easy to be ruined.

The perfect poetry of that time has already vanished.

Why was Pengxian admired by the people for so long a time？

It's because of his unique aspiration and noble moral integrity.

The world is changeable but the true feelings can't be covered.

But for what reason could the false things keep so long a time？

The birds and animals cry aiming at calling their friends.

If close to withered grasses，fresh one will lose fragrance.

Fish shows scales for purpose to self flaunt and boast.

Dragon enters deep pool but covers decorative pattern.

Bitter vegetables are not grown together with sweet vegetables.

Orchids live in remote mountains sending out fragrance alone.

The persons behaving themselves could keep their fineness.

Going thru a hundred years beauties can still keep kindness.

My aspiration is very much great and noble.

It is too bad I'm like clouds floating in the sky.

My aspiration is far-reaching but no one can understand it.

Therefore I have to compose poems to express my loyalty.

Gentlemen of the past were uniquely open-minded.

I picked a fragrant orchid to express my self-relying.

I keep sighing and groaning time and again.

Hidden in wilderness I can't end my anxiety.

I sorrowfully shed streams of tears and snivel.

I've passed a wakeful night with great anxiety.

I've already got the long night over at last.

But sorrow still lingers in my heart anyway.

I'm willing to start drifting around.

I would go freely for the time being.

I heave a sigh sadly for my misfortune.

I am tortured in unendurable depression.

I have my heart be bound with bitterness.

I shall weave underwear with my anxiety.

I'll break the roumu twigs to cover the sun.

I let cyclone blow and drift me everywhere.

My eyes are so dim that I can't see clearly.

My heart is like a pan with boiling water.

I tidy my clothes and calm me down.

Confused and stupefied I look blank.

Many years have gone by speedily.

My life is gradually close to its end.

Grasses withered and stems broke with leaves falling

Withered，fallen and scattered about everywhere.

It's so bad my anxiety refuses to end.

My confession is completely useless.

I would rather die and drift around forever.

I have no heart to be trapped in depression.

I am groaning with great pain.

Tears stream down as a spring.

It seems that I am a foundling who was driven out of home.

I cannot but run or rush here and there unable to go home.

Who could refuse to be sad when he thinks of this？

I'm determined to follow the example of Pengxian.

I climb up the high mountains and look afar.

I find the way is long and goes dead silent.(https://www.daowen.com)

Deeply trapped in this soundless quiet world，

I have no way out and accomplished nothing.

I have only anxiety and sorrow yet without any smiles at all.

My gloomy mood and bitterness are too hard to be removed.

My mind is bounded too tightly for me to get free.

It seems I have already tightly bounded with ropes.

This world is extremely extensive but deadly quiet.

Blurred and empty with no images and shapes at all.

Autumn sound is very weak but grasses and trees can respond.

Hui grasses are pure but too hard for it to withstand autumn wind.

The affairs of this world are too completed to be foreseen.

My sad mood is dimly discernible and cannot be broken.

My heart is melancholy filled with great grief.

I can dance in darkness yet cannot be happy.

I drive a boat in roaring waves and float with stream.

I am advancing toward the living place of Pengxian.

I am flying up to the steep cliff.

I am standing lonely in clouds.

I occupy the blue sky and blow the air into a rainbow.

I suddenly reach out my hands to fondle the blue sky.

I drink strings of crystal dew drops.

I keep the white frost in my mouth.

I lie at the wind cave with my eyes closed for a rest.

I wake up suddenly and turn over in a lonely mood.

Back against Mt.Kunlun and look down flying clouds.

Lean on Mt.Min and watch down the running river.

The torrent strikes stones and makes people stunning.

The great sound of waves constantly lingers at my ears.

The torrential river is dashing around madly.

The vast water looks like a boundless ocean.

Waves roll with no one knowing their direction.

They dash zig-zag with no one knowing the end.

The waves roll up and down.

They roar from left to right.

The river waves roll backward and forward.

They're like the morning and evening tides.

Burning air of hot summer rises up.

It congeals into rain，dew and mist.

I am sad for frost and snow falling onto the earth.

I heard the sound of the tides striking each other.

I make full use of sunshine and moon shadow.

I use huangji as my horse whip.

I want to look for the place where Jie Zitui lived.

I want to find ruins where Boyi lived in seclusion.

I do not want to leave them at all forever.

I'm determined not to go anywhere else.

The end：

I hate myself that I was too insensible.

I deeply regret I was once frightened.

I'm willing to drift forward with stream to the sea.

I want to get satisfied with my following Wu Zixu.

I saw the small sand islet in the great river.

I sadly think of the self-esteem of Shentu.

I made advices but the king always suspects me.

What's the use to carry stone and drown myself？

I'm depressed and unable to be free from worry.

I cannot get myself out from a melancholy mood.