Classic Poem

In the south courtyard everywhere willow floss covers the ground.
Sadly she listens to the sound of a sudden spring's-end shower;
After the rain, the slanting rays of sunset
And scent of almond blossoms fallen and scattered
She silently makes up her sleepy face
And sets the folding screen about her pillow.
The time of day is nearing yellow twilight
As languorous and alone she leans by the gate.