Late at night unable to sleep
I sit up and played my zither
moonlight shone through the curtains
a cool breeze ruffled my robe
in the distant wilds a lone goose cried
above the north woods a circling bird called
this way then that searching for something
while anxious thoughts troubled my heart
translated by Red Pine
Simple things
one wants to say
like, what’s the day
like, out there–
who am I
and where.
one cannot answer
a message
not sent
Nightfall. Clouds scatter and vanish.
The sky is pure and cold.
Silently the River of Heaven turns in the Jade Vault.
If tonight I do not enjoy life to the full,
Next month, next year, who knows where I will be?
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
On the pondside ankle-deep in the fallen leaves
trees cast their jagged shadows
while waters awaken a pale sheen.
I stand alone waiting
for the day to dawn.
Are there tender tears heavenly people shed,
like a rain-cloud, on their lonely dream pillows?
My sweet, why don’t you come, shy and soft,
over to me across the waters?
A cloud braces against the evening skies.
A half moon holds a wake in mid-heaven.
translated by Jaihiun Kim & Ronald B. Hatch
there you stand
always
at the edge
of my thoughts
the light
goes out
and with it
the flame
in my heart
What bliss it is to be blind to life’s futility.
Today as usual from the far-off village
a fishing boat has set out to sea, I hear–
how fearful were the waves billowing last year!
transalated by Jaihiun Kim & Ronald B. Hatch
The hell with the truth. The history of the world proves the truth has no bearing on anything.
I did not know before
that the moon rises every night.
I did not know before
that I would miss you so much.
I did not know before
how to watch the brightest moon.
I did not know before
how the moon would be my sorrow.
translated by Jaihiun Kim & Ronald B. Hatch
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