In the Tune of “Waves Sifting Sand” Li Yu (937-978)
Tr. YK Chan 陈耀国译
Outside the curtain rain sprinkles: Spring is wearing off.
Silk bedding cannot fend off the fifth-watch chill.
Lost in dreamland I know not myself as a guest—indulging in pleasure for the moment.
I ought not to be alone looking out by the railings: boundless kingdom,
Parting is easy but returning is hard.
Water flowing, flowers dropping—spring’s gone, to homeland in heaven!