In what house, the jade flute that sends these dark notes drifting,
scattering on the spring wind that fills Lo-yang?
Tonight if we should hear the willow-breaking song,
who could help but long for the gardens of home?
translated by Burton Watson
note: people break off willow wands to give as gifts when parting.
The family’s living up Brocade Creek,
while I’ve struggled off to this distant sea.
Of ten letters sent, maybe one gets through,
and when it does, it says,
another year’s gone by.
J.P. Seaton
Hair whiter still, I ache to see those long-ago northlands,
but keep to this refuge:goosefoot cane, windblown trees.
Pity the new moon–all that bright beauty and for whom?
It’s dusk. Countless mountains face each other in sorrow.
translated by David Hinton
The way home is a thousand miles;
an autumn night is even longer.
Ten times already I have been home,
but the cock has not yet crowed.
translated by Kim Jong-gil
Slender grass, light breeze on the banks.
Tall mast, a solitary night on board.
A falling star, and the vast plain broader.
Surging moon, on the Great River flows.
Can fame grow from the written word alone?
This officer, both old and sick, must let that be.
Afloat, afloat, just so. . .
Heaven, and Earth, and one black gull.
Seeing moonlight here at my bed,
and thinking it’s frost on the ground.
I look up, gaze at the mountain moon,
then back, dreaming of my old home.
translated by David Hinton
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Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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