北方門前 Bei Fang Men Qian, In Front of the North Door by Haizi

This is a poem by Hai Zi, a Chinese poet, that I translated.

In front of the North door,
a little lady,
shook a tiny bell.

I wish
wish to be a pagoda,
built sadly in the night.

At daybreak, she catches sight of me.
Her eyes looking from the high distance.
She watches me, embodying total beauty.