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Late years approach drag out Return home little happy interest Darling son not leave knee Fear I again but go Remember past very recall grief Old round pool beside tree Whistling north wind strong Think of things trouble hundred worry Don't want know grain millet harvest Also feel bad river flood Now enough pour and drink Short time use comfort late in life |
I'm late in years, and only marking time, Returning home, I find but little joy. My darling son now will not leave my knee, He's scared that I will go away again. Remembering the past, I feel much grief, We used to circle the tree beside the pool. The soughing and sighing of the north wind's strong, I'm thinking of a hundred different worries. I don't care whether the millet harvest's good, I feel as when the river's flooded its banks. But now I have enough to pour and drink, I use it to get comfort near the end. |