I remember when you shared my insomnia:
how can I bear to cast you off today?
In joy, you were with me, beside the chilly window;
in sorrow, you added to the depth of my old room.
Now I must read in neighbors' reflected light;
I will sink into dream beneath Buddha's altar lamps.
I've no regrets that the orchid-oil is gone—
those clever rats no longer will invade.