The Crows at Nightfall, by Li Bai

The Crows at Nightfall

In the twilight of yellow clouds
The crows seek their nests by the city wall.
The crows are flying home, cawing--
Cawing to one another in the tree-tops.
Lo, the maid of Chin-chuan at her loom
Weaving brocade, --for whom, I wonder?
She murmurs softly to herself
Behind the blue mist of gauze curtain.
She stops her shuttle, and broods sadly,
Remembering him who is far away--
She must lie alone in her bower at night,
And her tears fall like rain. - Li Bai