草

白居易

离离原上草， 一岁一枯荣。

野火烧不尽， 春风吹又生。

远芳侵古道， 晴翠接荒城。

又送王孙去， 萋萋满别情。

GRASSES

Bai Juyi

Boundless¹ grasses over the plain

Come and go with every season;

Wildfire never quite consumes them --

They are tall once more in the spring wind.

Sweet they press on the old high- road

And reach the crumbling² city-gate....

O Prince of Friends, you are gone again....

I hear them sighing after you.