Outside The Curtains The Rain Is Murmuring
By Li Yu
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!
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