THE HERMIT
Florence Wheelock Ayscough translation
A cold rain blurs the edges of the river. Night enters Wu. In the level brightness of dawn I saw my friend start alone for the Ch'u Mountain. He gave me this message for his friends and relations at Lo Yang: My heart is a piece of ice in a jade cup.
Written by Li Hai-ku, 19th Century
Composed by Wang Ch'ang-Ling