Dew on the hidden orchid,
like crying eyes.
Nothing ties a love knot,
flowers in mist I cannot bear to cut.
Grass like the carriage cushion,
pines like the carriage roof,
the wind is her skirt,
the waters, her pendants.
A carriage with oiled sides
awaits in the evening.
Cold azure candle
struggles to give light.
At the foot of West Mound
wind blows the rain.
translated by Stephen Owen
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haunting
I agree.
Beautifully written like some one is rememberring his beloved.wonderful tribution to immortal love.
It is a tribute. Glad you like it.
Most welcome dear!!
Oh poor li he.why God had give him short life?
Little Su was a female poet who died young.
Oh.my God.do you know the reason of little Su?.plz reply.
She was a famous courtesan who lived from 479*502. Some of her songs survived and she inspired many love poems to her ghost. Her gravesite is visited by many still today.
Beautiful verse!
I agree.