Busily busily cricket sings [1] By the door the maiden Mulan weaves Why isn’t the shuttle’s sound heard But only the maiden Mulan’s sighs? Ask the maiden of whom are you thinking And what is on your mind?
Answers Mulan, of no one am I thinking And nothing is on my mind Last night, I saw the draft poster The Emperor is calling many troops The army listing has twelve scrolls In all of them is father’s name Father has no grown sons And I have no elder brothers I want to buy a saddle and a horse And serve the army in father’s place
