In spring I fear the summer’s heat,

But still it comes to kill the cool.
Another year, like a promise fleet,
With change, and tied up time, the cruel.
Disposed and weak, the blooms retreat,
And though I hope, I've been a fool:
For in this life I've sat on a lazy seat,
Awaiting a pill for spring's renewal.

Original Chinese poem by Yang Wanli


Author of original: 
Yang Wanli