My mind is like the autumn moon
clear and bright in a pool of jade
nothing can compare
what more can I say

translated by Red Pine

The peach would bloom through summer
but the wind and moon won’t wait
search for a man of the Han
could one of them still be alive
day after day the petals drift down
year after year we move on
where we raise the dust today
long ago was an endless sea

translated by Red Pine

What makes a young man grieve
he grieves to see his hair turn white
besides that what makes him grieve
he grieves to see the day draw near
he goes to stay on Taishan
or leaves to guard Peimang
how can I bear to speak these words
these words pain an old man

translated by Red Pine

Spring water is pure in an emerald stream
moonlight is white on Cold Mountain
silence thoughts and the spirit becomes clear
focus on emptiness and the world grows still

translated by Red Pine