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Tz’u No. 11

Tz’u No. 11

To the tune of “Lamentation”

It was far into the night when, intoxicated,
I took off my ornaments;
The plum flower withered in my hair.

Recovered from tipsiness,
The lingering smell of wine
Broke my fond dream
Before my dreaming soul could find
My way home.

All is quiet.
The moon lingers,
And the emerald screen hangs low.
I caress the withered flower,
Fondle the fragrant petals,
Trying to bring back the lost time.



Poem Tz’u No. 11 - Li Ching Chao