WRITTEN IN A DREAM
The vernal rain hastens roadside flowers to grow;
They undulate and fill mountains with spring.
Deep, deep along the stream I go,
And hear hundreds of orioles sing.
Flying cloud in my face turns to dragon or snake,
And swiftly melts in azure sky.
Lying drunk ’neath old vines, I can’t make
Out if it’s north or south by and by.
夢中作
春路雨添花,
花動一山春色。
行到小溪深處,
有黃鸝千百。
飛云當面化龍蛇,
夭矯轉空碧。
醉臥古藤陰下,
了不知南北。