women like goddesses
are dancing inside
all silk and perfume
guests in sable furs
music of pipes and fiddles
camel-pad broth being served
with frosted oranges and pungent tangerines
behind those red gates
meat and wine are left to spoil
outside lie the bones
of people who starved and froze
luxury and misery a few feet apart!
my heart aches to think about it.
translated by David Young
Visiting my father in East District
I finally looked out from South Tower
clouds stretched beyond Taishan to the sea
barren land spread through Hsu and Chingchou
the outline of the stele of Ch’in was still there
the walls of Lu Palace were rubble
I\ve always been drawn to the past
but this time my heart trembled
translated by Red Pine
The day’s late light fills a village lane
with whom can I share my cares
nobody takes the ancient road
millet sways in autumn wind
translated by Red Pine
Those who know me
know cares fill my heart
those who don’t
wonder what I have lost
translated by Red Pine
You ask why I live
in these green mountains
I smile
can’t answer
I am completely at peace
a peach blossom
sails past
on the current
there are worlds
beyond this one
translated by David Young
The months and years compel our lives
here the mist and clouds abound
how many times will I again know
the welcome of Chulin Temple
translated by Red Pine
What have the generals accomplished?
what they know
is less than what we’ve learned–
a sword’s a stinking thing
a wise man will use
as seldom as he can.
translated by David Young
Blue water
burning moon
on South Lake
he gathers lilies
the lotus flowers
whisper
the lone boatman
sighs
translated by David Young
Clean fall wind
clear fall moon
leaves heaped by the wind
leaves scattered
a cold raven
flaps slowly
from his roost
thoughts of you
fill my head
will I ever
see you again?
the ache
around my heart
gets bigger
translated by David Young
Her hands of white jade by a window of snow
Are glimmering on a golden-fretted harp–
And to draw the quick eye of Chou Yü,
She touches a wrong note now and then.
translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu
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