Strangers in Saint's Coif

 In Paradise Palace, a T'ien-t'ai beauty
 Is taking a nap in Painted Hall
 And no one speaks.
 She moves her pillow...
 Black shines her hair as a blackbird's feathers.
 From her flowered dress one senses stranger perfumes.

 As I tiptoe up, a pearl jewel moves
 And she wakes from a dream of mandarin ducks. 
 On her serious face a small smile gathers:
 We watch each other in endless love.