春思
李白
燕草如碧絲， 秦桑低綠枝。
當君懷歸日， 是妾斷腸時。
春風不相識， 何事入羅幃。
in spring
li bai
your grasses up north are as blue as jade,
our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches;
and at last you think of returning home,
now when my heart is almost broken….
o breeze of the spring, since i dare not know you,
why part the silk curtains by my bed?