Authors:
  • Heat lingers
    As days are still long;
    Early mornings are cool
    While autumn is still young.
    Dew on the lotus
    Scatters pure perfume;
    Wind on the bamboos
    Gives off a gentle tinkling.
    I am idle and lonely,
    Lying down all day,
    Sick and decayed;
    No one asks for me;
    Thin dusk before my gates,
    Cassia blossoms inch deep.