Her eyebrows are like a full moon,
Her beauty surpasses even the moon’s radiance.
Now, in the cold night,
The jade rabbit roams,
And the road to ruin
Resembles painted eaves adorned with pearls.
The drifting catkins are worn away,
The willow branches in the mist break my heart;
Waiting for a letter from afar.
Tsangyang Gyatso (1683-1706)
