The fragrance of the pink lotus <br />fails, the jade mat hints of autumn. <br />Softly I unfasten my silk cloak, <br />Who is sending a letter from <br />among the clouds? <br />When the swan message returns, <br />the balcony is flooded with moonlight. <br /> <br />The blossoms drift on, the water flows. <br />There is the same yearning of the heart, <br />But it abides in two places. <br />There is no way to drive away this yearning: <br />Driven from the eyebrows, <br />It enters the heart.<br /><br />Li Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-tune-of/
