MEANDERING RIVER I

Spring diminishes with each falling petal,

countless points of sorrow swirling in the wind.

Soon I will see the last remaining flower

and then will be drinking wine without solace.

Kingfishers nest on a hut by the river.

Unicorns adorn the border of a high tomb.

Looking into nature tells you to seek joy.

So why do I strive for undeserved honor?

     –Du Fu