Du Fu (712-770)

In Abbot Zan's Room at Dayun Temple: Four Poems (1) Du Fu My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains. Through the gates I slowly walk to the end, The great court the appointed tranquil space. I reach the doors- they open and shut again, Now strikes the bell- the meal time has arrived. This cream will help one's nature strengthen and grow, The diet gives support in my decline. We've grasped each other's arms so many days, And opened our hearts without shame or evasion. Golden orioles flit across the beams, Purple doves descend from lattice screens. Myself, I think I've found a place that suits, I walk by flowers at my own slow pace. Tangxiu lifts me from my sickly state, And smiling, asks me to write a poem.