Love-Poem Don't set sail! The wind is rising and the weather none too good. Far better come back to my house. If there is anything you want, just tell me. If you are cold, my body is warm. Let us be happy together this one night. Tomorrow the wind will have dropped; Then you can go, and I shan't worry about you. Feng Meng-Lung (c. 1590-1646) tr. Waley