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Dai Wangshu

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in the long, long

and lonesome rainy alley

I hoped that I would come across

a lilac-like

girl with a sorrowful heart.

She has the color of lilacs, the fragrance of lilacs, and the sadness of lilacs.

She is grieving in the rain, and she is grieving and wandering.

She is wandering in the lonesome rainy alleys, and she is holding an umbrella.

Like me, she walked in silence

Coldly, sadly, and despondently.

She approached silently,

approached, and cast a

too-breathless glance

she drifted by

like a dream,

like a dream, poignant and confused.

Like a dream she floated by

A lilac branch,

This woman floated by me;

She was silently far away, far away,

To the dilapidated hedge-walls,

Walking down the rainy alleys.

In the dirge of the rain,

dissipated her color,

dissipated her fragrance,

dissipated, even her

tai-hoi gaze

lilac melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

wandering in the long, long

and lonesome rainy alleys,

I hope to float past

a lilac-like

girl with sorrow.