I found this after googling Chinese poetry:
Pink and white hands like roses and rice cake!
Cups full of golden pools of wine!
Today the willows are blooming
By the palace wall. the Spring wind
Brings me no pleasure and I
Hate it. My bowels are knotted
With bitterness. I cannot
Loosen the cord of the years
Which has bound us together.
The Spring is still the Spring
Of other days, but I am
Empty, withered with pain.
My rouge is streaked with tears, my
Dress is stained with tear drops.
The peach trees are in blossom
Over my room, here by the
Still lake that mirrors the hills.
I no longer have the strength
To finish this letter and
Wrap it in a cloth of gold. When
You receive it, everything
Will be over forever.
It's by
Lu Yu, who lived from c AD 733 to 804, and was respected as the "Sage of Tea" for his contribution to Chinese tea culture. Apparently, he is best known for his book The Classic of Tea, the first definitive work on cultivating, making and drinking tea
