English Rendering
O, grass and trees that fringe the pond’s long line!
O, homes that cling to isles where oranges shine!
I seek the wine to warm the chilly air,
Too spent to write—my brush lies idle there.
Year after year, harsh dreams my sleep invade,
While care and grief each step of life degrade.
Wayworn, I pause at earth’s remotest rim,
Yet dawn will find me bound for Suzhou’s hymn.
