Classic Poem

As I play the koto alone to sweep aside melancholy,
outside the window a warbler chimes in again.
The light rain adds to the scarlet of peach in its stillness;
a breeze, and the green extends, the willow's soul.
I call a maid to take the golden bells off the blossoms;
behind a blind a duck-shaped censer emits musk.
How long, I wonder, will lovely days like this last,
in my room my heart torn by the passage of spring?