Dreaming of Prime Minister P'ei

Five years dead and living have been parted,
but in one night your spirit came to me in dreams!
In the dream you were just as in past days,
both of us on call at Golden Bell Palace.
Dimly I glimpsed the gold and purple of official seals,
clearly I could make out your noble features.
Assiduously kind and thoughtful,
you were just as you'd always been.
Once awake, I knew it was a dream,
yet the sorrow lingered on.
Thinking back to those old times,
how were you different from last night?
Since I began studying the mind Law,
ten thousand ties have become one emptiness.
But this morning because of you
streaming tears wet my chest all over.
Author of original: 
Po Chü-i
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