The pheasant is pacing in the golden net,
his crest is blue and dark.
On heavy silver gown of golden embers:
the twilight-sky.
The calyx of the purple peony-shrub
pouring powerful scents,
with its golden foliage happily smiles
the young elm branch.
How you belonged to be among these flowers,
your flower-petal hair.
A dancing leaflet on the old twig, you are
so far away!
Translated by: Maria Bencsath
the twilight-sky.
The calyx of the purple peony-shrub
pouring powerful scents,
with its golden foliage happily smiles
the young elm branch.
How you belonged to be among these flowers,
your flower-petal hair.
A dancing leaflet on the old twig, you are
so far away!
Translated by: Maria Bencsath
