Tune: “Buddhist Dancers”
Below the Gloomy Terrace flow two rivers clear,
The tears of refugees were shed when they were here!
I gaze afar on land long lost in the northwest,
Alas! I see but hill on hill and crest on crest.
But blue hills can’t stop water flowing,
Eastward the river keeps on going.
At dusk the river grieves me still,
The partridges call in the hill.