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Last night came the sound of wind and rain; who knows how many flowers have fallen?

Spring Dawn

Tang dynasty・Meng Haoran

Sleeping in spring, I do not notice dawn,everywhere I hear birds calling。

Last night came the sound of wind and rain,who knows how many flowers have fallen。

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Translation

Sleeping peacefully in spring, I do not notice that dawn has come; birds are calling all around. Remembering the wind and rain I heard last night, I wonder how many flowers have been blown down.

Annotations

晓: daybreak, early morning. 不觉: without noticing. 啼鸟: birds calling. 夜来: last night. 知多少: who knows how many; carries a questioning, regretful tone.

Hearing birdsong leads the poet to recall the previous night’s wind and rain. The fallen flowers in the last line are imagined; the poem does not say that he has already gone into the courtyard to count the petals.

Introduction

Introduction: Meng Haoran uses the sounds heard on waking on a spring morning to express love for spring and regret at its passing. Moving from morning birdsong to the previous night’s rain and fallen blossoms, the four lines encompass the present, recollection, and conjecture. There is no need to force a precise date of composition.

Commentary

The poem begins with “不觉晓,” unaware of dawn, the moment of waking, rather than a garden full of spring color. Birdsong awakens life from sleep, so spring first arrives as sound.

The reversal of time in the final two lines feels natural: hearing the birds now recalls the wind and rain during the night; thinking of the storm brings concern for the flowers. Regret at spring's passing never becomes a weighty pronouncement, remaining concealed in a gently asked question.

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