Staying in the Mountains in Summer by Yü Hsüan-chi

I’ve moved here to the Immortal’s place:
Flowers everywhere we didn’t plant before.

The courtyard trees are bent like clothes-horses.
At the feast, winecups float in a new spring.

Dark balcony. Path through deep bamboo.
Long summer dress. Confusion of books.

I sing in the moonlight and ride a painted boat,
Trusting the wind to blow me home again.

translated by Geoffrey Waters

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