Ospreys Calling by the River

Ospreys call out, on the islet in the river. A graceful, lovely maiden: a gentleman longs to make her his bride. The water plants grow unevenly; he gathers them from left and right. A graceful, lovely maiden: he longs for her day and night. Though he cannot have her, he thinks of her day and night, tossing and turning in restless longing. There’s always someone you can’t bear to leave or let go, someone who leaves you gnashing your teeth in helpless frustration.