昨夜雨疏風驟，濃睡不消殘酒。
試問捲簾人，卻道海棠依舊。
知否? 知否？應是綠肥紅瘦。

Last night with
sudden wind,
scattered rain,
a night of deep sleep left
a remnant taste of wine.

I asked the one rolling up the screens
by the window,
was told the crabapples were the same
as usual.

To know? To null?
They are in
thriving green
thinning red.

獨在異鄉爲異客每逢佳節倍思親
遙知兄弟登高處遍插茱萸少一人

On the Double Ninth, Remembering My Brothers to the East of the Mountains

By Wang, Wei of Tang Dynasty

Being a lone foreign
guest in this foreign town,
as each festive season passes,
the homesick atmosphere thickens.

From here, I think of the
brothers in the distance
ascending the mountains;
over there, they think of
a lone dogwood pin that
is absent from the crowd.