Solemn,
solemn the coachman gets ready to go: "Chiang, chiang" the harness bells ring. At break of dawn I must start on my
long journey: At cock-crow I must gird on my belt. I turn back and look at the empty room: For a moment I almost
think I see you there. One parting, but ten thousand regrets: As I take my seat, my heart is unquiet. What
shall I do to tell you all my thoughts? How can I let you know of all my love? Precious hairpins make the head to
shine And bright mirrors can reflect beauty. Fragrant herbs banish evil smells And the scholar's harp has a
clear note. The man in the Book of Odes[1] who was given a quince Wanted to pay it back with diamonds and rubies. When I think of all the things you
have done for me, How ashamed I am to have done so little for you! Although I know that it is a poor return,
All I can give you is this description of my feelings.