In spring – Li Bai

Your grasses up north are as blue as jade, 

Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches; 

And at last you think of returning home, 

Now when my heart is almost broken…. 

O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, 

Why part the silk curtains by my bed? 

燕草如碧丝， 秦桑低绿枝； 

当君怀归日， 是妾断肠时。 

春风不相识， 何事入罗帏？