The Long-Departed Lover

Fair one, when you were here, I filled the house with flowers.

Fair one, now you are gone — only an empty couch is left.

On the couch the embroidered quilt is rolled up; I cannot sleep.

It is three years since you went. The perfume you left behind haunts me still.

The perfume floats about me forever,

But where are you, Beloved?

I sigh — the yellow leaves fall from the branch,

I weep — the dew twinkles white on the green mosses.