(36) To Mume Blossoms
梅花
Wang Mian (1287-1359)
王冕
In the third moon the snow melts when the east wind blows;
三月东风吹雪清,
The lakeside southern hills seem sprinkled with green dew.
湖南山色翠如浇。
Where comes the dirge of Tartar flute nobody knows?
一声羌管无人见,
Your countless fallen petals blot bridges out of view.
无数梅花落野桥。