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Translated By David Hawkes
Still weeping tears of blood about our separation:
Like red love-beans of my desolation.
Still blooming flowers I see outside my window growing.
Still awake in the dark I hear the wind a-blowing.
Still oh still I can’t forget those old hopes and fears.
Still can’t swallow food and drink, ’cos I’m choked with tears.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me it’s not true:
Do I look so thin and pale, do I look so blue?
Mirror, mirror, this long night how shall I get through?
Oh – oh – oh!
Blue as the mist upon the distant mountains,
Blue as the water in the ever-flowing fountains.
Still weeping tears of blood about our separation:
Like red love-beans of my desolation.
Still blooming flowers I see outside my window growing.
Still awake in the dark I hear the wind a-blowing.
Still oh still I can’t forget those old hopes and fears.
Still can’t swallow food and drink, ’cos I’m choked with tears.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me it’s not true:
Do I look so thin and pale, do I look so blue?
Mirror, mirror, this long night how shall I get through?
Oh – oh – oh!
Blue as the mist upon the distant mountains,
Blue as the water in the ever-flowing fountains.
