Curtain outside rain murmer|
Spring trace waning
Silk covers not resist fifth watch cold
Dream in not know oneself be visitor
One time seek pleasure
Alone self not lean on railings
Without limit rivers hills
Parting time easy meet time hard
Flow water fall flower spring go with
Heaven on man world
Outside the curtains the rain is murmering,|
And spring is waning,
Silk bedding cannot resist the fifth watch cold.
While in my dream, I forget I am a guest,
And covet pleasure!
I should not lean alone on these railings,
The land is unlimited;
It's easy to part- to meet again is hard.
Spring's gone like blossom fallen on flowing water,
My paradise too!