The Yen-Yen

With wings, not level, spread,
About the swallows stir.
Homeward the lady sped,
And I escorted her.
And when away from sight she passed,
Like rain, my tears came falling fast.

The swallows fly about,
Now up, now down, they dart.
She to her home set out,’
And I was loth to part.
Her form when distance from me kept,
Long time I stood, and silent wept.

Above, beneath, their cry
The flying swallows vent.
Homeward she passed, and I
Far with her southwards went.
Her form when distance from me bore.
With bitter grief my heart was sore.

This lady Chung loved me
With feeling true and deep.
Docile and good was she,
Nor failed the right to keep.
Unworthy me her deed and word
Taught to respect our former lord.