Classic Poem

Along the river where the ice has melted and gone out,
accompanying my sister just recovering . . .

Does joining these two
bring the next world any closer?

In the village away across the river
have the peach blossoms started to bloom?

Just now as the bees are birring
and the air is filled with a shimmering,

pearly mists are rising,
a sign of the snows melting on the mountain tops,

and I cannot point it out:
that long and winding pathway spring comes down.