The lonely man in autumn

Blue autumn mists undulate over the lake;

the grass stands stiff with frost;

One might think an artist had strewn jade dust

over all the fine blossoms.

The sweet fragrance of flowers has flown away;

a cold wind forces them to bow their stems low.

Soon the wilted golden leaves

of lotus flowers will drift upon the water.

My heart is weary. My small lamp

has gone out with a sputter;

it urges me to sleep.

I am coming to you, familiar place of rest!

Yes, give me rest - I have need of comfort.

I weep much in my solitudes.

The autumn in my heart is lasting too long.

Sun of love, will you never shine again,

gently to dry my bitter tears?