Everyone in the capital knew I was madly in love with the Grand Tutor. Yet he would rather become a monk than look at me. Later, I was married off to a distant borderland. He crossed the desert to find me, then knelt before my door and begged, “A Ke, come away with me.”
My husband came out and asked, “Who is he?” I laughed and shook my head. “I don’t know him either. He must be a passerby.”
