BY PO CHÜ-I
The sun rose while I slept. I had not yet risenWhen I heard an early oriole above the roof of my house.Suddenly it was like the Royal Park at dawn,With birds calling from the branches of the ten-thousand-year trees.I thought of my time as a Court OfficialWhen I was meticulous with my pencil in the Audience Hall.At the height of Spring, in occasional moments of leisure,I would look at the grass and growing things,And at dawn and at dusk I would hear this sound.Where do I hear it now?In the lonely solitude of the City of Hsün Yang.The bird's song is certainly the same,The change is in the emotions of the man.If I could only stop thinking that I am at the ends of the earth,I wonder, would it be so different from the Palace after all?
The sun rose while I slept. I had not yet risenWhen I heard an early oriole above the roof of my house.Suddenly it was like the Royal Park at dawn,With birds calling from the branches of the ten-thousand-year trees.I thought of my time as a Court OfficialWhen I was meticulous with my pencil in the Audience Hall.At the height of Spring, in occasional moments of leisure,I would look at the grass and growing things,And at dawn and at dusk I would hear this sound.Where do I hear it now?In the lonely solitude of the City of Hsün Yang.The bird's song is certainly the same,The change is in the emotions of the man.If I could only stop thinking that I am at the ends of the earth,I wonder, would it be so different from the Palace after all?
The sun rose while I slept. I had not yet risenWhen I heard an early oriole above the roof of my house.Suddenly it was like the Royal Park at dawn,With birds calling from the branches of the ten-thousand-year trees.I thought of my time as a Court OfficialWhen I was meticulous with my pencil in the Audience Hall.At the height of Spring, in occasional moments of leisure,I would look at the grass and growing things,And at dawn and at dusk I would hear this sound.Where do I hear it now?In the lonely solitude of the City of Hsün Yang.The bird's song is certainly the same,The change is in the emotions of the man.If I could only stop thinking that I am at the ends of the earth,I wonder, would it be so different from the Palace after all?
The sun rose while I slept. I had not yet risen
When I heard an early oriole above the roof of my house.
Suddenly it was like the Royal Park at dawn,
With birds calling from the branches of the ten-thousand-year trees.
I thought of my time as a Court Official
When I was meticulous with my pencil in the Audience Hall.
At the height of Spring, in occasional moments of leisure,
I would look at the grass and growing things,
And at dawn and at dusk I would hear this sound.
Where do I hear it now?
In the lonely solitude of the City of Hsün Yang.
The bird's song is certainly the same,
The change is in the emotions of the man.
If I could only stop thinking that I am at the ends of the earth,
I wonder, would it be so different from the Palace after all?