Last night I dreamed of lanterns at the gateway,
Of voices bidding me awake from sleep.
Sweet was the joy of such a rare disturbance.
Messengers brought a letter from my lord.
Swift, swift upon seal and cord my fingers!
Soft, soft the sound of unrolling paper!
What did I read?
Alas! I cannot remember,
For even your letter to me was a fleeting dream.