Yan, Ji-dao (1031 A.D.-1106 A.D.)

    Intoxicated with memories, I stroke my Spring gown to treasure the old fragrance. God punishes the arrogant and negligent by separating them from their loved ones. The autumn grass 1 yellows on the paths between fields year after year. I watch from the tower until sunset day after day. The clouds are distant and indistinct. The waters are boundless. The traveler's return is a long journey. It is difficult to put my yearning into words. I should not waste time writing tearful lines in a love letter.

1 In autumn, countryside is covered with yellow, withered grass. Therefore, the autumn grass becomes a symbol for separation.