孙大雨英译(韵式aaba)
Upon the Clear-and-Bright Feast of spring, the rain drizzleth down in spray。
Pedestrians on countryside ways, in gloom are pinning away。
When asked "Where a tavern fair for rest, is hereabouts to be found",
The shepherd boy the Apricot Bloom Vill, doth point to afar and say。