The Kuh Fung (Part II, Book V)

Gently and soft the east wind blows,
And then there falls the pelting rain.
‘When anxious fears pressed round you close,
Then linked together were we twain.
Now happy, and your mind at rest,
You turn and cast me from your breast.

Gently and soft the east wind blows,
And then there comes the whirlwind wild.
When anxious fears pressed round you close,
Your bosom held me as a child.
Now happy, and in peaceful state,
You throw me off and quite forget.

Gently and soft the east wind blows,
Then round the rocky height it storms.
Each plant its leaves all dying shows ;
The trees display their withered forms.
My virtues great forgotten all,
You keep in mind my faults, though small.