其二
手種桃李非無主,野老牆低還似家。
恰似春風相欺得,夜來吹折數枝花。
Nine impromptu Quatrains by Du Fu
(II)
Both peach trees and plum trees my own hands grow,
The yard’s walls make a home for me, though low.
Ah, as if east winds picked on me last night,
A few twigs were snapped by their wilful blow.
Tr. Ziyuzile