English Rendering
I
Duckweeds meet after the showers,
Frogs are croaking far and near.
Like dreams fade crab-Apple flowers,
Yet we may taste fresh plums here.
I carry vegetables,cane in hand,
And see no maiden on the swing.
But pleasing peonies there stand,
Alone they crown departing spring.
II
The high pavilion lies ruined for long,
But below there still remains a fish pond.
In the dusk a thousand hills are drowned;
The spring breeze is sweet with herbs in throng
The market place appears forlorn;
The old temple with bamboo is green.
Stork and crane come to enliven the scene,
The setting sun is o'erflowed with their horn.
