The Dawn of Spring
In Spring, I am not awake to see the break of dawn.
Around me I hear the singing of birds.
Suddenly I remember the night before,
listening to the sound of wind and rain.
Do you know how many flowers have fallen
since I have been in slumber?



Chinese Poet
Meng Hao Ran
Translated
by Raffaela Buonocore
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