A Spring Morning
This spring morning in bed I’m lying,
Not to awake till birds are crying.
After one night of wind and showers,
How many are the fallen flowers!
Spring on the Southern Rivershore
Orioles sing for miles amid red blooms andgreen trees;
By hills and rills wine shop streamers wavein the breeze.
Four hundred eighty splendid temples stillremain;
Of Southern Dynasties in the mist and rain.
On vernal day no flowers were in bloom,alas!
In second moon I’m glad to see the buddinggrass.
But White snow dislikes the late comingvernal breeze,
In plays the parting flowers flying throughthe trees.
Spring in Jade Pavilion
The Scenery is getting fine east of thetown;
The rippling water greets boats rowing upand down.
Beyond green willows morning chill isgrowing mild;
On pink apricot branches spring is runningwild.
In our floating life scarce are pleasureswe seek after.
How can we value gold above a heartylaughter?
I raise wine cup to ask the slanting sun tostay
And leave among the flowers its departingray.
Receiving a Guest
To the south and north of my cottagethere’re spring waters
The groups of gulls only are my dailyvisitors.
The floral path hasn’t been swept as no onehappens
To come, but now for you the wicket dooropens.
Far from the market, on frugal meal todine,
A needy household can offer but home-brewedwine.
Would you care to drink with my venerableneighbor,
Toasting the last cups, across the fence ofbamboo?
Wine cup in hand, I drink to the easternbreeze:
Let us enjoy with ease!
On the violet pathways
Green with willows east of the capital,
We used to stroll hand in hand in bygonedays,
Rambling past flower shrubs one and all.
In haste to meet and part.
break the heart.
Flowers this year
Redder than last appear.
Next year more beautiful they’ll be.
But who will enjoy them with me?
A Faithful Wife Longing
For Her Husband in Spring
Northern grass looks like green silkthread;
Western mulberries bend their head.
When you think of your home on your part,
Already broken is my heart.
Vernal wind, intruder unseen,
O how dare you part my bed screen!
Shortened form of Magnolia Flower
Beneath the painted bridge water flows by;
No fallen flowers wet with rain can everfly.
At dust the moon is seen;
On horse I still smell the fragrance behindthe screen.
Silently lingering around,
Where will my dreaming soul tonight befound?
Unlike the weeping willow,
Whose down will fly into her room and onher pillow.