The sound of her silk skirt has stopped.
On the marble pavement dust grows.
The empty room is cold and still.
Fallen leaves are piled against doors.
Longing for that lovely lady
How can I bring my aching heart to rest?
Emperor Wu-ti (157-87 BC)
Translated from the Chinese by Arthur Waley.
Li Fu-jen was written by Wu-ti, sixth emperor of the Han dynasty, when his mistress, Li Fu-jen died.
2 comments:
Sigh. Why do we long so much for that special lady?
Even without a bicycle?
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