其二
手种桃李非无主,野老墙低还似家。
恰似春风相欺得,夜来吹折数枝花。
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