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Don’t Listen to Raindrops through the Branches

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty


Through the third lunar month, it rained on the road to Shahu. No one had any protection from the rain and they were all in a panic - but not me. The rain cleared and out came the sun, so I wrote this poem.


Don’t listen to raindrops through the branches. Why not just sing and walk slowly ahead?

Light as a horse, straw shoes and bamboo crutch. Why worry? One coat - I’d spend my life in misty rain.


The cool spring breeze sobers me from the wine. The slight chill. A welcome of sunset and mountaintop.

I turn my head to that rain-beaten place. Go on back. There is no sun, no wind, no storm to me.

(Translated with Wesley Deng)

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