And then I dreamt that my heart does not ache anymore
It is a small bell, hanging in yellow china
On a slender pagoda it hangs and quietly chimes,
Teasing flocks of cranes in the enamel sky.

And modest girl in a dress of red silks with gold embroidered wasps,
Flowers and dragons-her legs tucked underneath her; quietly;
Without thoughts, without words;
Is attentively listening to this peaceful peaceful chiming.