Over an afternoon tea, <br />The wind sliding like touching <br />Across the green screens of bamboos <br />To the quiet lake <br />Where mandarin ducks chase. <br /> <br />The Untied Boat, <br />Casting the lady's shadow <br />Like a lover <br />With tender affection <br />To the autumn mirror. <br />The water hiding smiles from the center. <br /> <br />There isn't a rope <br />To tie the untitled love, <br />The leaf of boat, <br />The stone's heart, <br />Awake dews shivering on the lotus' palm. <br /> <br />The classical pavilion of <br />A sailing soul <br />Sailing to the south <br />Towards a land <br />The sun is surrounded by his dotted daughters <br />The moon is giving birth to reflected warmth. <br /> <br />A cup of time <br />Once was haunted <br />By secret steps <br />Disappears so fast.<br /><br />Wang Qian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untied-boat/
