ENDLESS YEARNING II
“The sun has set， and a mist is in the flowers；
And the moon grows very white and people sad and sleepless.
A Zhao harp has just been laid mute on its phoenix holder，
And a Shu lute begins to sound its mandarin-duck strings……
Since nobody can bear to you the burden of my song，
Would that it might follow the spring wind to Yanran Mountain.
I think of you far away， beyond the blue sky，
And my eyes that once were sparkling
Are now a well of tears.
……Oh， if ever you should doubt this aching of my heart，
Here in my bright mirror come back and look at me！”