These are the tears of separation, for now it is bright dawn.
We have said many words,
But our passion is not assuaged.
Turn your head, I have still something to say:
Remember my skirt of green open-work silk,
The sweet-scented grasses everywhere will prevent your forgetting.
WRITTEN BY WANG WEI, IN THE MANNER
OF CHIA, THE (PALACE) SECRETARY,
AFTER AN IMPERIAL AUDIENCE
AT DAWN IN THE "PALACE
OF GREAT BRILLIANCE"
At the first light of the still-concealed sun, the Cock-man, in his dark-red cap, strikes the tally-sticks and proclaims aloud the hour.