Spring Landscape

The country in ruins, rivers and mountains
continue. The city grows lush with spring.

Blossoms scatter tears for us, and all these
reparations in a bird’s cry startle the heart.

Beacon fires three months ablaze: by now
a mere letter’s worth ten thousand in gold.

and worry’s thinned my hair to such white
confusion I can’t even keep this gairpin in.

                                                          Du Fun, 700-l jKr.