Only a Fragrant Spray
Charles Budd translation
Name of poet unknown (Han Dynasty or earlier)
Ah me, the day you left me Was full of weary hours; But the tree 'neath which we parted Was rich with leaves and flowers. And from its fragrant branches I plucked a tiny spray, And hid it in my bosom In memory of that day. I know the endless distance Must shut you from my view, But the flower's gentle fragrance Brings sweetest thoughts of you. And, though it's but a trifle, Which none would prize for gain, It oft renews our parting, With all the love and pain.