《Yu the Beauty》

By Li Yu

Poet of the Southern Tang Dynasty

When had spring flowers and autumn moons ended? Can anything from the past still be remembered? 

East wind was again blowing by my cottage last night, it was too painful under the bright moon to think back of my perished dynasty.  

While those artistically-carved fences and jade steps of the palaces should still be there, it was only the royal red paint that got demolished. 

How much angst is in my heart? As much as a river of spring water endlessly running eastward.