Roadside Flowers Fading Away Poem by East Sea Fairy Xing Yi

By YAN Shu Translated by East-sea Fairy

The red plum flowers growing roadside
gradually fade,
while green grass spread all over the open fields wide.
The trees make a good shade
that shrouds the outlines of the towers and terraces arrayed.
The vernal breeze that doesn't know
how to restrain the willow catkins and the poplar flowers decayed,
just let them throw
a mist before men's eyes and freely blow.

In the foliage fresh green
the yellowbirds hide.
The red screen
keeps the swallows outside.
Like gossamers the soundless smoke from the incense burner curls upside
awake from a distressing dream after getting blotto,
I espied
that the afterglow
of the setting sun is slanting into the deep patio.