Above the bed the roof leaked,
no place was dry,
And the raindrops ran down like strings,
without a break.
I have lived through upheavals and ruin
and have seldom slept very well,
But have no idea how I shall pass
this night of soaking.

Du Fu


eastern pavilion

The splendid pavilion goes into azure mists,
the autumn sun’s clear glow is thrown into disarray.
A fallen rock leans against a mountain tree,
clear ripples pull sheets of algae.

Lavender scales vault, dashing against shore,
a blue-gray hawk returns to guard its nest.
Towards evening I seek out the road I must travel
with tattered clouds flying by horse’s flank.

Du Fu