Song of Ugly Slave
By Xin Qiji
While young, I knew no grief I could not bear;
I’d like to go upstair.
I’d like to go upstair
To write new verses with a false despair.
I know what grief is now that I am old;
I would not have it told.
I would not have it told,
But only say I’m glad that autumn’s cold.
Xin Qiji
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