14.Shedding Tears

(Sung by Men)

Bitterness,oh,bitterness!

I hate this winding river!

I hate these mountains that separate us!

I hate these thickets of reed that come between us!

I hate that we come from opposing villages,

That it is not our fate to become a family.

Let us sit together on the porch and gaze at the view,

Washing each other’s feet as we sit,

Gazing into each other’s eyes as we wash each other’s face,

Drying each other’s face with the same washrag,

Rubbing each other’s feet!

But your washrag is already dry,because you have already forgotten me!

My washrag is damp as I still long for you!

I long for you constantly;

I’m so afraid that you’ve already found yourself a husband,

And that you are merely whispering sweet-nothings to deceive a lonely man.