A Love Poem
- Poetry of Zhang Hua

A light wind stirs curtain and shutter,

Morning moon brightens my lonely room.

My love is dwelling very far away,

And my poor chamber is devoid of brightness.

I clutch an insubstantial shadow to my breast,

A light quilt covers my empty bed.

In happier times I lamented the shortness of the night,

But now, in misery, I hate it for its length.

Grasping my pillow, alone I moan and sigh,

Feelings of sorrow cutting deep into my heart.