Chapter 49 music

music 1 My heart longs for holy music It is thirsty like a withered flower; Let the melody pour like wine, Let the silver-toned rain fall; Like a wilderness where there is no nectar and no grass grows, Oh, I gasped for the music to wake; 2 I will drink the spirit of peace, Drink, drink, - I am greedy; A snake is bound in my heart, Let the music loose the chains of trouble; This melting tune from every nerve Flowed into my head and heart. 3 Like a blooming violet. Fragrances flow by the silver lake, Drunk its dew-cup at noon, And no mist can quench its thirst, And the flowers died; oh, but there was fragrance

Floating on the blue waves on the wings of the wind,— 4 as one sips from a golden cup sparkling, frothy murmuring wine For the witch has given the holy kiss Send it to the edge of the cup, wait for him to enjoy the love... 1821 Translated by Cha Liangzheng