Visiting the Temple of the God of Mercy on a Rainy Day Su Shi
The silkworms grow old, The wheat half yellow, The rain falls unrestrained about the mountain. The farmers cannot work the land, Nor women gather mulberry, The Immortals sit high in white robes in the hall.
His Palace of Purple Spring has been taken by mist and cloud, As he would have taken all Yangzhou to be his private domain But for the seal of imperial jade being seized by the first Tang Emperor, He would have bounded with his silken sails the limits of the world. Fire-flies are gone now, have left the weathered grasses, But still among the weeping-willows crows perch at twilight. ...If he meets, there underground, the Later Chen Emperor, Do you think that they will mention a Song of Courtyard Flowers?