Sand of the Washing Stream by Li Ch’ing-chao

Beyond barred windows,
shadows cover the garden,

shadows slide over the curtain
as I play my lute in silence.

Distant mountains stretch the sunset,
breezes bring clouds and rain.

The pear blossoms fade and die,
and I can’t keep them from falling.

translated  by Sam Hamill

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