English poem
The Western Window
by Edward Powys Mathers (1892–1939)
At the head of a thousand roaring warriors, With the sound of gongs, My husband has departed Following glory. At first I was overjoyed To have a young girl's liberty. Now I look at the yellowing willow-leaves; They were green the day he left. I wonder if he also was glad? From the Chinese of Wang Ch'ang Ling (eighth century).