On A Quest Poem by Bing Hua

I can’t remember on which day
Your butterfly flew into my garden
I can’t remember on which day
The smell of my flowers wafted your balcony.

Sound again and again green leaves in the air
With faint echoes rocking the reverie
The wind sets sail of the heart
And blows life into the bird’s lovely and pliable flare

The fancy sail carried the man in dream
Cleared up dust and in Arcadia made its way
But once lost the sail in mist
And ever since then got more and more stray


Moonlight is invisible to moonlight
And sails are unable to find sails
While blood-like azaleas burst into blossoms everywhere
It’s deep in dark and all mortals are fast asleep

Except the one who is still trying to search out her dream sail



By Rose Lu (Bing hua) Tr. East Sea Fairy