English Rendering
1.
These nights in our chamber of
love fulfilled your expectations;
hardly did I count
on you, my lover, parting.
Dozing off, I cannot tell
where the clouds have gone;
the moths of the wilds are flitting
‘round the guttering lamp.
2.
Water adapts unresisting
to the shape of the vessel it’s in;
obviously a definite form
cannot be fixed for good.
Once the clouds have gone,
they have no mind to return.
Wistful in the springtime breeze
over the river of an eve,
a mandarin duck without its flock
flies away alone.