Alone in October
Lin Huiyin

Like a soul lost in the street,
I look up to the sky, to the face of October;
I scribble my passion on the foggy shadow,
Quietly having a look at the moving moon.

I also watch the people coming and going
And breaking on the surge among the dark shadows,
I count the Chinese dragons engraved on the bridge railings,
As sitting in a lonely boat tracked by myself.

As weeping and murmuring, I feel much regretful!
Anxious and compassionate, a heart strained like strings
I say that the mute qin, as I know, no melody wheezed out,
Fingers of fancy do not pluck the strings at last?