Like a hen pheasant
chased by a hawk
on a treeless, rockless mountain.
Like a ship captain on the high seas,
his cargo a thousand bag of grain,
oars and anchor lost,
rigging broken,
sail torn,
rudder gone,
wind howling, waves billowing,
endless miles to go under a foggy sky,
darkness on all sides,
heaven and earth desolate,
and then to be robbed by pirates.
To what can I liken my sorrow
when you left me two days ago?
