Anonymous (Yüan)
Wind disturbing the eave-chimes again.
Cloth at the window rustles with rain.
That empty pillow,
Cold counterpane
All tangled up with me,
I curse with fine particularity.
My emotions are confused and dim
But the darker thoughts are reserved for him!
Oh, wait until he comes back here,
Then won’t I pick a fight!
And scratch his face!
And twist his ear!
“And where did you sleep all last night!”
Translated by James I. Crump