Watch little by little the night turn around. On the road back, sunrise over Heng-t'ang. The blossoming of the morning-star shines farewell on the jewelled saddle. No title no. Bite back passion.
Spring now sets.
Truly shame me, the phoenix on a mirror. On the road back, sunrise over Heng-t'ang. The blossoming of the morning-star shines farewell on the jewelled saddle. The poem appears to refer to a man, seized with the passion of spring at the close of day, who wishes to visit his beloved but is unable to because of the presence of people. The sounds in the house are the voices of people, the glow behind the screen is a light suggesting a gathering of people.