The Jade Mountain/Turkestan

by Chen Tao

Ch'ên Tao

畋　鄚

TURKESTAN

Thinking only of their vow that they would crush the Tartars—On the desert, clad in sable and silk, five thousand of them fell. . . .But arisen from their crumbling bones on the banks of the river at the border,Dreams of them enter, like men alive, into rooms where their loves lie sleeping.