Archive for April 18th, 2020

Saturday, 18 April 2020

New Flowers by Wang Anshi

Old age has few joys or comforts,
Let alone lying sick in bed.
Drawing water to put new flowers in,
I hope to console myself with the floating fragrance.
The floating fragrance lasts only a moment,
And I too – how can I endure long?
The new flowers and the old I
Are all over, and both may be forgotten.

From: Liu, James J. Y., “Six Poems by Wang An-Shih” in Renditions, Autumn 1973, pp. 91-93.

Date: 11th century (original in Chinese); 1973 (translation in English)

By: Wang Anshi (1021-1086)

Translated by: James J Y Liu (1926-1986)