Telling Innermost Feeling

Gu Xiong

Deserted anew,

O Where can I find you this endless night?

No news from you,

My scented chamber closed tight,

My eyebrows knit.

The moon about to set,

How can I bear to think of it?

I loathe this lonely coverlet.

If you exchanged your heart for mine,

You could divine

How deep for you I pine!