Three Hundred Poems
A Lover's Dream (Li Bai: A Lover's Dream)
Chapter 11
The grass of Yan is as green as silk threads, and the mulberry trees of Qin bend low with green branches. When you long for the day of your return, it is the very moment my heart is breaking. Spring breeze, I do not know you, so why do you blow into my gauze bed-curtain?
