The Milky Way is shining as bright as pearling frost.
The water lilies' fragrance in northern winds is lost.
Beside a lonely lamp she weaves, and hides her love away.
Her tears she wipes to note how slow the clock drips out the day.
The moonlit clouds are floating like mist before the eaves.
The wild goose flaps, as cawing the crow his roosting leaves.
Ah! what young wife is working a love bird on her loom?
An inlaid silken screen conceals her inner sleeping room.
Beside the lucent window she hears the falling leaves.
Alas for her whose solitude a lover's absence grieves!