How goes the night?
Midnight has still to come.
Down in the court the torch is blazing bright;
I hear far off the throbbing of the drum.
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I see you with your bamboo rods
Go fishing up the K'e.
Fain would I rise and come to you,
And all day long I think of you,
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I see on high the Milky Way,
But here's a rougher road.
The Sacred Oxen shining stand;
They do not draw our load.
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I went out at the Eastern Gate,
I saw the girls in clouds,
Like clouds they were, and soft and bright,
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The morning glory climbs above my head,
Pale flowers of white and purple, blue and red.
I am disquieted.
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The rushes on the marsh are green,
And in the wind they bend.
I saw a woman walking there,
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The tribulus grows on the wall,
Upon the stain.
The things done in that inner room
Men cannot name.
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The K'e still ripples to its banks,
The moorfowl cry.
My hair was gathered in a knot,
And you came by.
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Ah, let it drift, that boat of cypress wood,
There in the middle of the Ho.
He was my mate,
And until death I will go desolate.
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At last the sun is set.
Fill up, fill up the cups of jade,
The night's before us yet!
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