春思

李白

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。

IN SPRING

Li Bai

Your grasses up north are as blue as jade¹,

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?