The crow cawing at night

By the city wall at dusk a crow had alighted;

It cawed again, again, as if it had flown home.

At her loom, a Ch'in-ch'uan girl was weaving;

Through her gauze window she could not help but hear

The bird, which sounded like someone talking.

She stopped in her shuttle, thinking of her absent lover;

Alone in her chamber, her tears fell like rain in torrents.