Chapter 15 He speaks of incomparable beauty
He speaks of incomparable beauty
O eyelids white as clouds, eyes dreamy,
All their lives poets toil,
To build a beauty in the rhythm,
But it was overthrown by the woman's longing all at once,
Overturned by the leisurely contemplation of the firmament.
So bow down, O my heart, when the dew drops sleepy,
Drops before the idle stars and you,
Until God burns out time.
(Translated by Qiu Xiaolong)