THE BEGINNING OF SUMMERBy PO CHÜ-IAt the rise of summer a hundred beasts and treesJoin in gladness that the Season bids them thrive.

Stags and does frolic in the deep woods;Snakes and insects are pleased by the rank grass.

Wingèd birds love the thick leaves;Scaly fish enjoy the fresh weeds.

But to one place Summer forgot to come;I alone am left like a withered straw .

Banished to the world’s end;Flesh and bone all in distant ways.

From my native-place no tidings come;Rebel troops flood the land with war.

Sullen grief, in the end, what will it bring?

I am only wearing my own heart away.

Better far to let both body and mindBlindly yield to the fate that Heaven made.

Hsün-yang abounds in good wine;I will fill my cup and never let it be dry.

On Pēn River fish are cheap as mud;Early and late I will eat them, boiled and fried.

With morning rice at the temple under the hill,And evening wine at the island in the lake .

Why should my thoughts turn to my native land?

For in this place one could well end one’s age.

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