I came here a wanderer
thinking of home,
remembering my far away Ch'ang-an.
And then, from deep in Yellow Crane Pavillion,
I heard a beautiful bamboo flute
play "Falling Plum Blossoms."
It was late spring in a city by the river.
Li T'ai-po
tr. Hamil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can I p-lease have the original chinese version?