In a Temple’s Guest Chamber I Waited for Ting-Ta, But He Did Not Come

Meng, Hao Jan (689 A.D.-740 A.D.)

The setting sun passed the western mountain.
All the valleys quickly became dark.
The moon among the pine trees brought coolness to the evening.
The flowing spring accompanied by the wind sounded pleasant and fresh.
Most of the lumberjacks had left for home.
The birds in the fog gradually returned to their nests.
You promised to come and spend the night with me.
My lonely zither waited for you beside the path through the wisteria.