When my bedroom is empty,
Dragonflies enter my window.
Dawn breaks,
Butterflies that seek fragrance fly away,
Leaving only the flower buds trembling.
My nemesis,
Wooden boats may be heartless,
Even the horse (carved on the bow) can look back.
But untrustworthy you,
Who have extinguished the red candle,
Will never turn back to look at me.
Tsangyang Gyatso (1683-1706)
