Her jade-white staircase is cold with dew;
Her silk soles are wet, she lingered there so long....
Behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting,
Watching through its crystal pane the glow of the autumn moon?
Translated by Witter Bynner
Tue, 2018-09-25 12:07
#1
Stanton Hager
My own translation:
On jade stairs she waits.
Nightlong she waits.
Dew icing to frost
Soaks her silk stockings.
Inside, she lets fall
Crystal-jeweled blinds
And stares out
At the white autumn moon.