The Thirteenth Song
Ne’er dreamt I could return home when I’m still alive,
While our tears drenching our robes I held my kids tight.
The Han envoy with his four steeds now did arrive,
My kids wailed, oh, who’d bear such a sad sight?
Oh, we have ne’er been parted sith day one,
When could I take ye away from this plight?
Oh, lo, my grief even gloomed the bright sun,
A step away made th' next one lose her might,
All vanished but our love for each other.
This thirteenth song is pacing woefully faster,
How distraught my heart’s, which none but I’d know better.
Tr. Xiao Cao