"I heard at night your long sighs
and knew that you were thinking of me."
As she spoke, the doors of Heaven opened
and our souls conversed and I saw her face.
She set me a pillow to rest on
and she brought me meat and drink.
I stood beside her where she lay,
and suddenly woke and she was not there:
and none knew how my soul was torn,
how the tears fell surging over my breast.
--by Tsang Chih/ Zang Zhi 臧質 (d. 454, China), translated by Arthur Waley (1889-1966)