The plum blooms by the East Pavilion stirred your inspiration,
As the poet He Xun of Yangzhou had taken them in his description.
It was in the snow scenery that you did remember me;
To see someone off in the spring season you had a time so free.
You didn't send me a bunch in sparing my feelings at the year's end,
How could I watch the blooms to arouse my thoughts of my home land?
I have a plum tree bursting gradually here nearby the river;
Night and day it makes me older and I find my hair like silver.