Thinking of my Beloved In silence I ascend the western chamber, The moon is shaped like a harvest-hook, Lonely is the tree in the deep yard, locked in with the clean autumn. Eternally sundered...
...Translated by Chou Ming Hsa, from the Chinese of Lee Yi...
...Eternally sundered we live— Orderly in its confusion Is the sorrow of parting—there lies a strange sense in my heart...
