To the Tune of Telling My Most Intimate Feelings

　　by Li Ch'ing-chao （Translated by Arthur Sze）

　　 When night comes，

　　 I am so flushed with wine，

　　 I undo my hair slowly：

　　 a plum calyx is

　　 stuck on a damaged branch.

　　 I wake dazed when smoke

　　 breaks my spring sleep.

　　 The dream distant，

　　 so very distant；

　　 and it is quiet， so very quiet.

　　 The moon spins and spins.

　　 The kingfisher blinds are drawn；

　　 and yet I rub the injured bud，

　　 and yet I twist in my fingers this fragrance，

　　 and yet I possess these moments of time！

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