Verse wind finally

The wind finally died down. And around
Fragrant flowers lie in the dust.
I cannot raise weak hands to my hair,
I look longingly at the dying sunset.

The world is immutable. But you are not in it.
What is the meaning of life - I do not understand.
Make it difficult to speak and see the light
Streams of tears, and they cannot be stopped.

How good it is in Shuangxi in spring -
I've heard about that more than once.
So maybe with a passing wave
Should I go to Shuangxi now? ..

But a fragile boat cannot handle the load
I never leave longing.
I will sail away from the shore - and I'm afraid
Immediately I will be at the bottom of the river.

Chinese poet Li Qingzhao (1084 - 1155)

Translated by M. Basmanov