A keresés eredménye

Ballad of Mulan

The sound of one sigh after another,
As Mulan weaves at the doorway.
 
No sound of the loom and shuttle,
Only that of the girl lamenting.
 
Ask her of whom she thinks,
Ask her for whom she longs.
 
'There is no one I think of,
There is no one I long for.
 
Last night I saw the army notice,
The Khan is calling a great draft –
 
A dozen volumes of battle rolls,
Each one with my father's name.
 
My father has no grown-up son,
And I have no elder brother.
 
I'm willing to buy a horse and saddle,
To go to battle in my father's place.'
 
She buys a fine steed at the east market