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Wednesday, 13 May 2015

Falling Petals by Li Shangyin

The guests are gone from the pavilion high,
In the small garden flowers are whirling around.
Along the winding path the petals lie;
To greet the setting sun, they drift up from the ground.

Heartbroken, I cannot bear to sweep them away;
From my eyes, spring soon disappears.
I pine with passing, heart’s desire lost for aye;
Nothing is left but a robe stained with tears


Date: 9th century (original); 1937 (translation)

By: Li Shangyin (c813-858)

Translated by: Arthur David Schloss Waley (1889-1966)