Fragments of China

Song Cycle by Karol Beffa (b. 1973)

1. Longing in the Boudoir
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
A smile of happy recollection lights up her face
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2. On the Trail of Sweet  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
A deep gloom broods over Heaven and Earth.
In the rank grass crickets are chirping,
And parasol-trees, startled, let fall their leaves.
Clouds for stairs, the moon for floor,
To Heaven the way is blocked by a thousand barriers,
And floating rafts ply to and fro
To no avail.

On this night magpies form a star bridge to span the Milky Way,
Where Cowboy and Weaving Maid keep their yearly tryst.
Endleas must be their murmurings of love and regret
After long separation!
But whence these sudden changes
Of sun and rain and wind
In the midst of their love-making?
Can it be that they are taking leave of each other
At this vexy moment?

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  • by Jiaosheng Wang (b. 1905), "On the Trail of Sweet", subtitle: "The Seventh Day of the Seventh Lunar Month"

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4. Despair  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Searching, seeking. 
        Seeking, searching:
What comes of it but
        Coldness and desolation,
A world of dreariness and misery
And stabbing pain!
As soon as one feels a bit of warmth
A sense of chill returns:
A time so hard to have a quiet rest.
What avail two or three cups of tasteless wine
Against a violent evening wind?
Wild geese wing past at this of all hours,
And it suddenly dawns on me
That I've met them before.

Golden chrysanthemums in drifts -
How I'd have loved to pick them,
But now, for whom? On the ground they lie strewn,
Faded, neglected.
There's nothing for it but to stay at the window,
Motionless, alone.
How the day drags before dusk descends!
Fine rain falling on the leaves of parasol-trees
Drip, drip, drop, drop, in the deepening twilight.
To convey all the melancholy feelings
Born of these scenes
Can the one word "sorrow" suffice?

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