二月黄鹂飞上林,春城紫禁晓阴阴。
长乐钟声花外尽,龙池柳色雨中深。
阳和不散穷途恨,霄汉常悬捧日心。
献赋十年犹未遇,羞将白发对华簪。
Finches flash yellow through the Imperial Grove
Of the Forbidden City, pale with spring dawn;
Flowers muffle a bell in the Palace of Bliss
And rain has deepened the Dragon Lake willows;
But spring is no help to a man bewildered,
Who would be like a cloud upholding the Light of Heaven,
Yet whose poems, ten years refused, are shaming
These white hairs held by the petalled pin.