In haste [Poem]
In haste Let me put out suns To stay fading colors; Let me tie up winds To stay wafting scents. To you bees nectar honeymoons; Here the blooms of deep vast verdure; Here the buds of swaying young sprigs; To swallows here ardent love hymns. And here light flutters on lashes; Each morning, joy knocks at the door; First month tastes sweet as timid lips; In my mirth I find me in haste: I long for spring before summer falls. Spring comes by, so passes spring by, Spring’s still green, so shall spring grow late, Spring’s demise shall mark that of mine. My heart’s wide, yet the frugal skies Extend not the youth of mankind; Spring shall cycle back, but—so what? My youth shall never bloom twice. Life is forever, but I am not, Melancholic, I long for life itself; The dye of time tastes like separation, From rivers to mountains echo quiet farewells Pretty windlet murmurs in fresh leaves, Why, do you sulk for you must leave? Cheerful songbirds briskly fall silent, Why, do you fear the imminent w