Spring comes.
Willow catkins fly. Everyone is stirred.
In the rain, a bud cries out loud.
Water splashes on the steps
into bubbles.
In the drizzle, a gracious man neatly dressed
shows his polite distance from this day and time.
(transl. by Joan Xie & Sam Perkins from Chinese)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an accurate self portrait!