虞世南：蝉

蝉 The Cicada

垂緌饮清露 Drunk with fresh dew, your trill will flow
流响出疏桐 From 'mid the sparse parasol trees.
居高声自远 Rising high, far your voice will go,
非是藉秋风 Not on the wings of autumn breeze.

V2: It bends down to drink the clear dew.
Sound flows from the sparse paulownia trees.
Dwelling high, its voice naturally travels far.
It needs no help from the autumn wind.

--Yu Shinan (558-638)