Ballad of Heaven . The River of Heaven wheels round at night Drifting the circling stars, At Silver Bank, the floating clouds Mimic the murmur of water. By the Palace of Jade the cassia blossoms Have not yet fallen, Fairy maidens gather their fragrance For their dangling girdle-sachets.
The Princess from Ch’in rolls up her blinds, Dawn at the north casement. In front of the window, a planted kola nut Dwarfs the blue phoenix. The King’s son plays his pipes Long as goose quills, Summoning dragons to plough the mist And plant Jade Grass.
Sashes of pink as clouds at dawn Skirts of lotus-root silk, They walk on Blue Island, gathering Fresh orchids in spring.