"Spring View": Chun Wang by Du Fu. 杜甫春望

My messing about calligraphy of this poem

I kind of prefer the more free-form translations, like this one

Martin Winter:

state gone: creeks & peaks,
spring grows in the streets.
times bloom sprinkled tears;
birds part, startling hearts.
beacons burn three months,
words from home are gold.
scratching white hair short:
pin doesn’t hold.