Her jade-white staircase is cold with dew;
Her silk soles are wet, she lingered there so long. . .
Behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting,
Watching through its crystal pane the glow of the autumn moon?
translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu
Why is she waiting? – I am standing there with her.
Hope you don’t wait too long.
Vivid… and beautiful.
Glad you like it.