Deep in Spring, the Rain's Passed (Picking Mulberries)
- Poetry of Ouyang Xiu

Deep in spring, the rain's passed- West Lake is good.

A hundred grasses vie in beauty,

Confusion of butterflies, clamour of bees,

The clear day hurries the blossom to burst forth in the warmth.

Oars in lilies, a painted barge moving without haste.

I think I see a band of sprites-

Light reflected in the ripples,

The high wind carries music over the broad water.