I Miss My Friend, Hsin-Ta, at the Southern Gazebo on a Summer Day

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

Mountain light suddenly falls in the west.
The moon by the pond gradually rises in the east.
I enjoy the cool evening with my hair hanging loose.
Opening the window to fresh air, I lie down at ease.
The wind from the lotus pond wafts a fragrant smell.
The dew dropping from the bamboo leaves creates a tinkling sound.
I would like to fetch my zither to play,
But I cannot find anyone who understands my music.
Thinking of this,
I miss you so much that I dream about you all night.