Song of the Palace [712- 770]
Poem attributed to Fei Shing (Translation by Dr. Miriam Chang PhD):
The silk horizon extends beyond pale fires.
White clouds spring from unspoken words,
While precious elements are scattered from North to South.
Attached to shadows, these are reminders of eternal eyes.
Our hands are lifted to a porcelain sky that burns with desire
We wait for dawn, sleeping on the clear and cold grass
As night passes through a sea of lilies, I finally see,
A white temple that can not be reached by land.
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