Lament for Historic Sites, No. 3

Lament for Historic Sites, No. 3

Through mountains, ravines rushing to Jingmen's pass,

A village still remains where the Bright Lady came to pass.

She left the Purple Palace, joined the northern desert's bound,

A lone green mound still faces the dusk around.

A painted scroll could know her spring-breeze face no more,

Her jade-ringed spirit returns by moonlight to this shore.

For a thousand years her pipa played in foreign tongue,

Its grief and resentment in the melody still sung.