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