Sighs of Autumn Rain (1)
- Poetry of Du Fu

In autumn rain, the grasses rot and die,

Below the steps, the jueming's colour is fresh.

Full green leaves cover the stems like feathers,

And countless flowers bloom like golden coins.

The cold wind, moaning, blows against you fiercely,

I fear that soon you'll find it hard to stand.

Upstairs the scholar lets down his white hair,

He faces the wind, breathes the fragrance, and weeps.