Have you ever heard
how in the lone night’s shadow
sings the wind in the bamboo groves
a dirge for the times long ago!
If roams the dark your eye
pause on the dancing strings
you would hear the fireflies’ sigh
in flutter of pain’s quiet wings!
Think it not a mere windy trick
in its blowing making eerie howls
gathered there the dead souls speak
of the times as old as the owls!
If ever in the dark you are home bound
can hear the groves mourn the long dead
their moans rising up in whistling sound
till all griefs at end of night fade!
If you happen to pass the groves by
when dewy tears sheds the moon
stop awhile to hear the souls sigh
mourning times that went too soon!