Parting is hard, I’ll tell you twice.
Fallen petals in the wind make me sad again.

When you came, the plum bloomed through the snow.
When you left, the willows were in their spring glory.

Time and seasons hasten the traveler,
there is good weather again on the homeward road.

The world of cares is already far behind:
In a murky dream, I see your face again.

translated by Geoffrey Waters