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I

I'll come is     empty talk     I'll go and then no trace
The moon slants     over the tower     the fifth clack of the bell

Dreaming of     a distant parting     calls that are hard to recall
Rushed to     write a letter     with ink not grounded thick

The candle shines     half encaging     the golden halcyon
The musk wafts     partly permeating     embroidered hibiscuses

Young Liu     already resents     that Mount Peng is so far
But I am cut off     by Mount Peng     another ten thousand fold

 

II

A rushing woosh     from the southeast     and the fine rain comes
Lotuses     beyond the pool     with a light thundering

The golden frog     biting a lock     of burning incense that comes in
A jade tiger     clasps onto silk     well-water being drawn back

Lady Jia     peeked through a curtain     the young clerk Han
The nymph Mi     lingering by a pillow     for the brilliant prince of Wei

The springtime heart     must not beat out     the opening of flowers
One inch     of longing     or one inch of ash

 

III

Contain your feelings     the spring sun sets
The brief appearance     of the rail of night

A ringing in the tower     climbing up afraid
A glow through the screen     passing through is hard

Too many insults     swallows on the hairpin
True shame     the phoenixes in the mirror

Returning     across the pond in the morning
Under florid stars     a saddle of jewels sent off

 

IV

Where is     the morning flute     that follows the rushing reeds?
Cherry blossoms     in the long alley     while willows hang off the bank

The old lady of     the East House     can't be sold into marriage
In the middle of the sky     the white sun     half done with the third month

The princess     of Li Yang     in her fourteenth year
After the heat     of the Rain Fest     seen together at the wall

Come back     tossing and turning     through the fifth clack
Swallows     in the rafters     listen to long sighs

 

 

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