I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, br Each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth. br ...The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, br The spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo, br Mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, br Blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.... br And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever br Has come and gone before I knew.