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The fire in my heart is turned to ashes.
I feel like a monk;
Only my head is still unshaven.
O poor heart!
How wind and rain have worn you out!
How the partings from friends, dead and alive,
Have torn you to pieces!
This orphan-like candlestickThere remains one thing alone
Appears like an old friend to me.
That keeps me from a complete Awakening:—
Love still smoulders in the ashes of my heart!
- "Nocturnal Thoughts in a Temple" (trans. Teresa Li), as quoted in Chinese Literature: A Historical Introduction (1961) by Ch'en Shou-Yi, p. 553
- Encyclopedic article on Nalan Xingde at Wikipedia