《離筵》 The farewell feast
Spiritless is the wine which speeds the parting at the farewell feast.
When the time for parting came, ten thousand thousand were my behests.
He said, he would not long be gone, e’er he sent a letter back to me.
Why, then, can I count on my finger-tips that till to-day a full half a year has passed?
In thought of him I weep tears; yet fear that some one may privily spy on me.
Thou loveless man! Why dost thou harden thy heart so wilfully?
Then said I that day and night I would discard thought of thee.
Only I grieve that my soul meets thine in dreams and strives eagerly, eagerly, to embrace thee.
Tell me: how can I be like to that pair of swallows flying side by side?
Aye! They do not fly aimlessly; but in autumn they go and in spring they return;
‘Twit! Twit!’ they whisper loow as they meet among the flowers.