Искусствоед
Ou yang Xiu
Spring Walk to the Pavilion of Good Crops and Peace
The trees are brilliant with flowers
And the hills are green.
The sun is about to set.
Over the immense plain
A green carpet of grass
Stretches to infinity.
The passerby do not care
That the spring is about to end.
Carelessly they come and go
Before the pavilion,
Trampling the fallen flowers.
(from "One Hundred Poems from the Chinese)
transl. by Kenneth Rexroth
Spring Walk to the Pavilion of Good Crops and Peace
The trees are brilliant with flowers
And the hills are green.
The sun is about to set.
Over the immense plain
A green carpet of grass
Stretches to infinity.
The passerby do not care
That the spring is about to end.
Carelessly they come and go
Before the pavilion,
Trampling the fallen flowers.
(from "One Hundred Poems from the Chinese)
transl. by Kenneth Rexroth