<Header>
<Author: 白居易>
<Title: 西風>
<Format: 格式不明>
<Year: 1919>
<BookName: Translation from the Chinese>
<Translator: Arthur Waley>
<TranslatedTitle: The Cranes>
<BookPage: 247>
<UsedPage: 1>
<Feature: 0>
<End Header>
<Poem>
西風來幾日，
一葉已先飛。
新霽乘輕屐，
初涼換熟衣。
淺渠銷慢水，
疎竹漏斜暉。
薄暮青苔巷，
家僮引鶴歸。
<End Poem>
<Translation>
The westem wind has blown but a few days;
Yet the first leaf already flies from the bough.
On the drying paths I walk in my thin shoes;
ln the first cold I have donned my quilted coat.
Through shallow ditches the floods are clearing away;
Through sparse bamboos trickles a slanting light.
In the early dusk, down an alley of green moss,
The garden-boy is leading the cranes home.
<End Translation>