Rising From A Nap At Noon

by Yang Wan-Li

Yang Wanli

How can you stay awake all day?
At noon I think of taking a nap.
My bamboo bed has been warmed by the sun;
I toss and turn but cannot fall asleep,
So I get up, scratch my white head,
And walk around the veranda a hundred times.

Just as I’m feeling most depressed
a strange thing happens to me –
a breeze blows through the northern door
and past the southern window,
past the southern window,
wafting to me
the fragrance of young orchids.

Cooled by the breeze, this old man feels refreshed,
as if he had returned to life.
But in the future, at times like this,
will the breeze come again?





Last updated August 08, 2015