奉和中書舍人賈至早朝大明宮 An Early Audience at the Palace of Light Harmonizing Secretary Jia Zhi's Poem

岑參 Cen Can

Cock-crow, the Purple Road cold in the dawn;
Linnet songs, court roofs tinted with April;
At the Golden Gate morning bell, countless doors open,
And up the jade steps float a thousand officials
With flowery scabbards.... Stars have gone down;
Willows are brushing the dew from the flags –
And, alone on the Lake of the Phoenix, a guest
Is chanting too well The Song of Bright Spring.

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