The Jade Mountain/In Summer at the South Pavilion
IN SUMMER AT THE SOUTH PAVILION
Thinking of Hsing
The mountain-light suddenly fails in the west,In the east from the lake the slow moon rises.I loosen my hair to enjoy the evening coolnessAnd open my window and lie down in peace.The wind brings me odours of lotuses,And bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew. . . .I would take up my lute and I would play,But, alas, who here would understand?And so I think of you, old friend,O troubler of my midnight dreams!