Second poem:
Dew-life soon to vanish away,
Hangs long suspended in forgetfulness of self
On the long-blooming chrysanthemum flower.
Third poem:
Sleepless the call of wild geese on the cloud-track
Yet the pain is from your own heart.
Fourth poem:
There may be another with thoughts like mine,
Who is gazing toward the sky of the morning moon.
Fifth poem:
Although not together
You too were gazing at the moon
Believing that I went this morning to your gate,
Alas!
O that gate hard to be opened!
So her writing had not been uselessly sent!