Passing Again the Temple of a Goddess
Over your door of white rock I see green moss grow;
You’re banished from the paradise where you can’t go.
The dreaming vernal rains with your tiles often play;
The wonder-working wind won’t swell your flag all day.
There is no place to shelter fair Emerald Flower,
And fragrant Orchid won’t stay here more than an hour.
The Registrar of Jade knows you come from on high.
Let miraculous herb bring you back to the sky!
Note:The poet reveals his sympathy with the Goddess banished from the sky as Adam and Eve driven out of the Paradise after eating of the fruit of wisdom.