许渊冲
And small trees in their shade. / Stones from another hill
May be used to polish jade.
In the marsh the crane cries;
Her voice is heard on high. / By the isle the fish lies
Or in tile deep near-by. / Pleasant the garden in our eyes
Where sandal trees stand still
And paper mulberries' neath them.
Stones from another hill / May be used to polish gem.