Late Spring
《春殘》
by Li Qingzhao
李清照
Why think bitterly of home in late spring?
春殘何事苦思鄉，
Combing hair in sick days, I hate it long.
病里梳頭恨髮長。
Swallows are on the beam all day, so talkative,
梁燕語多終日在，
While breeze carries the scent of roses thro the screen.
薔薇風細一帘香。