The East Wind Blows Over the Water (The Lover's Return)
- Poetry of Li Yu

The east wind blows over the water, the sun sits by the hill,

Though spring has come, the idleness persists.

Fallen blossom is scattered amid wine and tinkling pendants by the rail,

She listens to playing and singing in a drunken daze.

The pendants are now silent, her evening wear undone,

For what man's sake is she to dress her hair?

Her fair appearance too will pass as time slips by,

At dusk, she leans alone upon the railing.