Through Eastern Gates

I wandered far, Where cloud-like beauties thronged the way; Although like clouds their faces are, My thoughts among them would not stay. She in rough silk and kerchief blue Gave me the only joy I knew. I wandered by the curtain tower, Like flowering rushes were the maids; Although they match the rushes' flower, Soon from my mind their beauty fades. In humble silk and madder dye, She fills my heart with ecstasy.