Phoenix, I Seek My Mate

There is a beauty whose face I cannot forget. A single day without seeing her drives me mad with longing.

Like a phoenix soaring through the skies, I search the four seas for my mate. Alas, my beloved is nowhere to be found by the eastern wall.

I take up my lute in place of words, and play to express what is in my heart. When will you accept me and soothe my restless soul?

I hope we are well matched in virtue, and can walk hand in hand. If we cannot fly together, I will perish in despair.

All his longing flowed from his fingertips in the form of a song on the lute. His eyes were like a deep, secluded lake, brimming with affection that seemed ready to spill over. His gaze swept toward the horizon as he pictured the face he had imagined a thousand times over.

Where are you? Please stop hiding from me.

I will search the heavens above and the underworld below. I will find you, no matter what.