Where is the first sign of spring?
Spring comes earliest to a small pavilion:
Upon the shadow of a bamboo blind in the moonlight,
In the tender notes from a flute in the breeze,
In the greening of a branch breaking out at the tip,
In the drippings of a candle of red passion.
In the whispered words overheard past midnight,
In the scented breath wafted beyond the wall.
translated by Irving Lo
all morning
into afternoon
the drums the horn
in the park
the older foreigner
welcomed in their midst
basks in sun
the breeze gentle
on his face
and watches youth
dance and dance
to spring
no words can describe
the emotions of spring
translated by David Young
almost falling asleep
on a metal chair
the breeze so refreshing
in General Worth Square
the Grid Iron Building
half in light
so many accents
both foreign
and regional
walking by posing
for those selfies
on this perfect afternoon
in this city
today
The clouds are thin the wind is light the sun is nearly overhead
past the flowers through the willows down along the stream
people don’t see the joy in my heart
they think I’m wasting time or acting like a child
translated by Red Pine
Spring, napped, unconscious of the dawn.
Everywhere, birdsong.
Night sounded, wind, and rain.
How many petals, now, are fallen?
translated by J.P. Seaton
I follow the moon into the mountains,
I search for clouds to accompany me home.
A spring morning, dew on the flowers:
and the fragrance clings to my gown.
translated by Jan W. Walls
As opposed to a “not thinking chitalia”
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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