No dramatic opening of the day,
no radiation of signs gold,
though lamp-lights and stars
the windows still hold
ports and poets, the olden way.
Too much rain falls, from the May sky,
too many whethers, spoiling good life;
tumbling waves go wild, flooding land,
solid fences quick-broken in their slaps...
May specks and flashes not dazzle the eye,
May the thousand impressions not go dry…
The strata of colored clouds, - a fond drift,
The solitary soul does not need face-lift.
May 14th,2016.
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Chinese Translation by Mr.Know-Not(知不知斋主) :
白日平常晓,金帘暗淡招
昏昏绮窗里,灯接星辰高
诗人在津渡,寂寞旧时潮
滔滔五月雨,纷纷吾多择
吾择何其多,毁生之欣悦
水肆卷良田,致我园篱决
光斑勿刺眼,心孔灵勿亡
青云独飘荡,孤芳岂用妆
Andale! Estaba esperando Espanol, ja ja nice thoughts beautifully put on paper
Thank you so much for the up-raising comment.A lot to learn from you and other poets.
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I would like to translate this poem
Too much rain falls, from the May sky, too many whethers, spoiling good life; tumbling waves go wild, flooding land, solid fences quick-broken in their slaps....touching expression. Beautiful poem shared. Thank u dear madam for sharing this lovely poem.