Diaries of Court Ladies
She replied: "Then take me there!" But when it was dawn His Highness returned alone. He wrote to her continually, yet he seldom visited her. Once there was a great storm—the Prince did not inquire for her. She thought His Highness did not sympathize with her solitude, so wrote to him in the evening:
The season of the withering frost is sad,
The autumnal wind rages
And the sighing of the reed never stops.
The Prince's answer was:
The solitary reed which none but me remembers
How it is sighing in the raging wind!
I am even ashamed to confess how much my mind is completely occupied with you.
She was pleased, indeed. The Prince sent his palanquin, saying that he was going to the hidden rendezvous to avoid the unlucky direction of his house. The lady went thither, thinking she would follow every wish of his. They talked tranquilly for many days and nights, and her unrest was chased away. She was now not unwilling to live with him, but when the time for avoiding the unlucky direction was over, she was sent back to her home. There she thought of him more longingly than ever, and sent a poem:
In this hour of longing
Reflection brings to mind each day gone by
And in each one
Was less of sorrow.
