The Warm, Soft Sunshine Poem by East Sea Fairy Xing Yi

The Warm, Soft Sunshine
By ZHU Shuzhen

On spring days, the warm, soft sunshine
seems to be fondling the twigs and branches of poplars and willows
along the path between the flowers fine
a fragrant scent of faint fragrance flushes and flows
But a change of the weather immediately shows
after the Tomb-sweeping day: It's overcast
with clouds and mists befogging the rich chamber in woes.
It looks as if they want to lock up the unbearable-to-remember past.
Oh, to remember it makes me feel awful and downcast.

Waking up completely and clear
from a noontime small sleep,
I hear
I hear a warbler's superbly sweet cheep
that evokes a feeling of sadness and sorrow which usually creep
into my heart in spring and hold it fast.
But where does it hop and heap?
Beside Begonia Pavilion? In the lush green poplar tree's shade vast?
or on the tip of the top branch of the apricot tree, which is unsurpassed?
Translated by East-sea Fairy