Dear everyone,
Many thanks to everyone who responded to my queries and helped me to revise
the translation, which I'll paste here again.
Autumn is Beautiful
Xin Qiji (1140-1207)
As a boy I had no idea what sorrow meant
but loved going up the top of the viewing tower to brood,
oh, how I loved going up the tower
in my desperate need for melancholy when composing another verse.
Now that I have had my fill of suffering,
I hesitate on the verge of uttering my sorrow,
oh, how I hesitate,
and end up saying autumn is beautiful.
Yiyan
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