Endless Yearning I
To be in Changan.
...Insects hum of autumn by the gold brim of the
A thin frost glistens like little mirrors on my cold
The high lantern flickers; and. deeper grows my
I lift the shade and, with
many a sigh, gaze upon the moon,
Single as a flower, centred from the
Above, I see the blueness and deepness of sky.
Below, I see the greenness and the restlessness of
Heaven is high, earth wide; bitter between them
flies my sorrow.
Can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain?
Breaks my heart."