Deprivations Tom Sharp

My lord fights for the emperor in the east; he carries his spear to the front of the battle. I stay at home and I’ve lost the battle with my hair, although nobody here cares how I look. It rains and rains. Even when the sun shines, I draw my curtains and weep. Forget-me-nots grow behind the house, but I’d rather forget; I think I’m sick.

伯兮 诗经

伯兮朅兮，邦之桀兮。 伯也执殳，为王前驱。 自伯之东，首如飞蓬。 岂无膏沐，谁适为容？ 其雨其雨，杲杲出日。 愿言思伯，甘心首疾。 焉得谖草，言树之背。 愿言思伯，使我心痗。