To the tune "The Ugly Slave-girl"
When I was young and had never tasted grief, I loved to climb towers.
I loved to climb towers to write elegant poems about my grief.
But now that I have tasted the utmost dregs of grief, I somehow cannot mention it.
I somehow cannot mention it. Instead I say, "What nice brisk autumn weather."
--Chinese poet Xin Qiji 辛棄疾 (1140-1207)