Nalan Xingde

"The fire in my heart is turned to ashes. I feel like a monk; Only my head is still unshaven.O poor heart! How wind and rain have worn you out! How the partings from friends, dead and alive, Have torn you to pieces!This orphan-like candlestick Appears like an old friend to me.There remains one thing alone That keeps me from a complete Awakening:— Love still smoulders in the ashes of my heart!"