To Fulfill Your Will
He Xiangning
Tossing in orchid-scented bed,
I hug the thick quilt all alone.
Then, rising, I begin to read
The devotion poem Bozhou1 again.
Cold is the frost, and bright the moon,
But where'd I as a sight of you regain?
Shadows grow pale, the wick's burnt out,
Ah, yes, the night has deepened so!
Even to meet in drams has not
Been easy, this, too, I know.
No way your spirit to recall—
Hence the irrepressible chagrin.
But let my grief itself transcend
So that I may fulfill your will:
Devotion of my heart and soul
To serve the Country, to defend!