Chapter 52 dirge
dirge
Howling Rude Wind
lost his voice in grief;
The wild wind that sweeps the clouds,
Ring the death knell all night;
The storm sheds tears,
The dead branches in the woods shake endlessly,
The cave is deep, the sea is cold, and there is sorrow everywhere—
Cry, come and cry out for the world.
1822
Translated by Wang Zuoliang