Listening to a Flute in Yellow Crane Pavillion

I came here a wanderer

thinking of home,

remembering my far away Ch'ang-an.

And then, from deep in Yellow Crane Pavillion,

I heard a beautiful bamboo flute

play "Falling Plum Blossoms."

It was late spring in a city by the river.

                Li T'ai-po

                tr. Hamil