This poem was written by Du Fu in 754. He was a Chinese poet and politician of the Tang dynasty.
Alan Steinle (Alan’s work) and I worked on the translation together.
The grass has decayed from all the rain we’ve seen,
But the cassia below the steps remains bright green.
Your feather-like leaves escaped the autumn showers;
Like golden coins are your many blooming flowers.
You can feel the bitter wind’s persistent attack;
Can your stalk endure the force, or will it crack?
Above the steps, I let down my graying hair;
I smell the fragrant cassia, but I feel despair.