P'u - Hua Fei Hua

P'u - Hua Fei Hua  - Po Chu - I

A flower and not a flower; of mist and yet not of mist;
At midnight she was there; she went as daylight shone.
She came and for a little while was like a dream of spring,
And then, as morning clouds that vanish traceless,
she was gone

Po Chu - I