Beneath the moon, before the steps, all cherry blossom has fallen,
She feels the same regret today as one long year ago.
Both braids like cloud in disarray, her face is wan and sallow,
The crimson corset wet from wiping tears.
But what's the reason why she suffers so?
She lies in a drunken dream before the window.
Li Yu (937 – 978) China
Translated by Burton Watson
Source: Chinese Poems
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