Green water reflects scales of bright red;
Weeds and algae appear as clear as in a mirror.
When the fisherman rapped on his boat,
I thought it was petals falling.
translated by Yin-nan Chang
17th Century Chinese poetry
Ancient Sentiments by Wu Wei-yeh
My love is like the silk on the loom,
To be woven into a Tree of Longing.
I’m like the blossoms on your cloth coat
Which no spring wind can deflower.
translated by Irving Lo
from Chen-chou Quatrains by Wang Shih-chen: No. 1
At dawn I climb a river tower to its very highest storey,
The gentle and delicate look of departing sail is hard to bear.
The tide stretches a thousand yards below White Sands Pavilion;
Sending a homesick heart all the way back to Mo-ling.
translated by David Bryant
mountain poem 2 by Han-shan Te-ch’ing
A hundred thousand worlds are flowers in the sky
a single mind and body is moonlight on the water
once the cunning ends and information stops
at that moment there is no place for thought
translated by Red Pine
Leonard Durso 