In the courtyard there grows a strange tree,
Its green leaves ooze with a fragrant moisture.

Holding the branch I cut a flower from the tree,
Meaning to send it away to the person I love.

Its sweet smell fills my sleeves and lap.
The road is long, how shall I get it there?

Such a thing is not fine enough to send:
But it may remind him of the time that has past since he left

cited: Trans: Arthur Waley. A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems, Project Gutenberg

Note: The poem above is one of a series known as the Nineteen Pieces of Old Poetry. Some have been attributed to Mei Shēng (first century b.c.), and one to Fu I (first century a.d.).
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