Greyish clouds pile on the milky horizon
Light snow scattered, nonchalant
Dark roof instantly white
Last few leaves tremble.
How many seasons I have seen?
O look, my first grey hair!
Where had the time gone?
Note to self:
'You have not embraced your youth
While it was here yesterday.
So why are you now mourning for it?
Pray that you will join the immortals'
(A tribute to Li Po and Tu Fu)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem