Here is the English translation of the poem "暂坐" by Xue Fei:

The sunrise, in a blink, turns into the sunset,

On the treetop, a cool moon shines dimly.

The wind passes by soundlessly, the geese leave no trace,

Nightfall arrives abruptly, sinking into confusion and melancholy.

A tree, a flower, a pool of water,

All have had their springtime of ten miles' splendor.

A wisp of smoke, a cloud, a gust of wind,

Secretly store away the towers and halls, the purples and reds.

Sipping a pot of moonlight, a solitary shadow accompanied by floral fragrance,

The thin smoke swirls, raising a cup of loneliness and sorrow.

A flower that blooms will eventually fade,

A cloud that drifts will eventually disperse.

And I am but a speck of dust, a fleeting illusion,

Taking a moment's rest, gazing back at the past in the ethereal void.

2024-08-14 at West Lake's Teahouse Compound.