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A Lane in the Rain
Dai Wangshu
Alone holding an oil—paper
Umbrella,
Chinese Beautiful Ladies Painting
I wander along a long
Solitary lane in the rain
Hoping to encounter
A girl like a bouquet of lilacs
A girl
The color of lilacs
The fragrance of lilacs
With the worries of lilacs
Feeling melancholy in the rain
Plaintive and hesitating
She wanders along the solitary
Lane in the rain
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Just as I do
Just like me
Walking slowly in silence
Aloof, sad and melancholy
Silently she comes closer,
Closer, giving me
A glance like a sigh;
Then she floats past
Like a dream,
Dreary and blank like a dream.
Like a lilac
Floating past in a dream,
The girl floats past me
Silently, she goes further and further, ,
To the crumbling wall,
Out of the lane in the rain
In the mournful melody of the rain
Her color has faded, ,
Her fragrance has disappeared,
Vanished into the void
Even her glance like a sigh,
Melancholy like lilacs
Alone, holding an oil-paper umbrella,
I wander along a long
Solitary lane in the rain,
Hoping to pass
A girl like a bouquet of lilacs
Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.
Rainy Alley
Dai Wangshu
Holding a light umbrella
I walk back and forth alone
In a silent, rainy alley,
Chinese Water Township Painting
A long, an endlessly long alley,
Hoping to meet
A girl as sweet, as blue
As the lilac bud that knits her brows.
As graceful as lilac,
As fragrant as lilac,
As sad as lilac:
Back and forth she walks,
Worried in the rain,
Sad in the rain.
Holding a light umbrella
Back and forth she walks, and walks,
In this silent, rainy alley,
As I pace and plod,
Silent, alone,
Wearing my solitude, my sadness and pain.
Quietly she walks close by me,
Then closer, then closer,
Casting a glance
As if of a sign,
She floats on by me
Plaintive as a dream,
A hazy dream,
A sad dream
As if what flies by me
Is a branch of lilac in a dream
The girl flits by me
In silence, in a distance
More distant, more distant,
Floats to a ruined tattered wall
At the end of this rainy alley.
And her rose-like color fades,
Her sweet, sweet fragrance fades,
To the sad tune of the rain
Her glance disappears, her sign disappears,
Her lilac-like sadness
Holding a light umbrella
I walk back and forth alone
In a silent, rainy alley,
A long, an endlessly long alley,
Hoping to meet
A girl as sweet, as blue
As the lilac bud that knits her brows.
