Half remembering, yet not remembering, just waked up from a dream;
almost sad, but not sad, a time when I’m feeling lazy,
I hug the covers, lie on my side, not wanting to get up yet–
beyond the blinds, falling petals fly by in tangled flurries.

translated by Burton Watson

Those years, I was a green-youthed wanderer;
today I come again, a white-haired old man.
From those years to today makes one whole lifetime,
and in between, how many things have had their day and gone!

translated by Burton Watson