Li Po - Clearing at Dawn lyrics

The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped; The colours of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish the blue pond is full; With singing thrushes the green boughs droop. The flowers of the field have dabbled their powdered cheeks; The mountain gra**es are bent level at the waist. By the bamboo stream the last fragment of cloud Blown by the wind slowly scatters away. Li Po tr. Waley