Spring Dawn – 春晓

Spring Dawn – a beautiful Tang Dynasty poem for the soul

William Borix

春晓, 作者:孟浩然





Spring Dawn,* by Meng Haoran

Sleeping in on a spring morning, hardly sensing the dawn,

I hear birds chirping everywhere.

Come evening and the sound of windy rain,

Who knows how many flowers will have fallen.

* Rough translation by my partner, S. Wang.

(Header photo: CC-BY-NC-ND 2018. Queen Elizabeth Park, Vancouver, BC)

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