A shiver ran through my waist and thighs,
The faint blue light of the morning sun
The melting ice bed
Makes the horse withdraw its heartbeat.
Like newly acquainted lovers,
We were a pair of white birds on the crest of a wave.
The faint blue light shimmered on the lily.
Cautiously I held my silence.
Tsangyang Gyatso (1683-1706)
