TOGETHER WE KNOW HAPPINESS
Florence Wheelock Ayscough translation
WRITTEN BY A DESCENDANT OF THE FOUNDER OF THE SOUTHERN T'ANG DYNASTY
Silent and alone, I ascended the West Cupola. The moon was like a golden hook. In the quiet, empty, inner courtyard, the coolness of early Autumn enveloped the wu-t'ung tree. Scissors cannot cut this thing; Unravelled, it joins again and clings. It is the sorrow of separation, And none other tastes to the heart like this.