Tz'u No. 16 (Bajiao) by Li Ching Chao
Who planted the Bajiao tree under my windows? Its shade fills the courtyard; Its shade fills the courtyard...
Leaf to leaf, heart to heart, folding and unfolding, It expresses boundless affection.
Sad and broken-hearted, lying awake on my pillow, Late into the night I hear the sound of rain.
It drips and splashes, cool and melancholy; It drips and splashes, cool and melancholy....
Lonely for my beloved, grief-stricken, I cannot endure the mournful sound of rain.
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