Pao-you ku-ye: Bitter Blade
" The Gourd now sprouts its bitter blade:
The ford is now too deep to wade! " She:
" Where it is deep, there are stepping stones,
Where it is shallow just raise your clothes! " He:
" But see how the raging waters fall,
And hark to the pheasant's grating call! " She:
" Carts could still cross with their axles dry!
That was the pheasant's mating cry.
Riverbirds mingle their voices now
As a new sun rises over the brow,
But he who would bring a bride to his bed
Should never wait till the frosts have fled!
Beckons and beckons the boatman aboard:
Let others cross but no, not I,
Let others cross but no, not I,
I shall await my love and lord! "
The ford is now too deep to wade! " She:
" Where it is deep, there are stepping stones,
Where it is shallow just raise your clothes! " He:
" But see how the raging waters fall,
And hark to the pheasant's grating call! " She:
" Carts could still cross with their axles dry!
That was the pheasant's mating cry.
Riverbirds mingle their voices now
As a new sun rises over the brow,
But he who would bring a bride to his bed
Should never wait till the frosts have fled!
Beckons and beckons the boatman aboard:
Let others cross but no, not I,
Let others cross but no, not I,
I shall await my love and lord! "
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