A Twig of Mume Blossoms
一剪梅 • 红藕香残玉簟秋
Fragrant lotus blooms fade, autumn chills mat of jade.
My silk robe doffed, I float
Alone in orchid boat.
Who in the cloud would bring me letters in brocade?
When swans come back in flight,
My bower is steeped in moonlight.
As fallen flowers drift and water runs its way,
One longing leaves no traces
But overflows two places.
O how can such lovesickness be driven away?
From eyebrows kept apart,
Again it gnaws my heart.