Selections from Songs of My Heart 7
This sweltering heat will take its leave of us,
the summer months will not want to stay.
Fragrant trees, heavy with bright leaves,
blue clouds, wandering across the sky...
So the four seasons turn, and turn around,
the Sun and the Moon rise and fall in succession.
Back and forth I pace the empty courtyard.
nobody but myself to behold my sadness.
I hope in the end for happiness, and harmony,
not pain, not separation.