Events on West Stream: For Lu She by Wei Ting-wu

My bedroom door overlooks a jade stream
the stillness of dawn drives cares away
a fine rain reaches deserted woods
ripples spread across the water
nothing else happens all day
in the mountains the sound of an axe
you’ve lived amid dust and noise too long
come loosen those troublesome hat strings awhile

translated by Red Pine

reflecting on how difficult it is to maintain one’s principles among unprincipled people, I turned to my old friend Wei Ying-wu for comfort and understanding: Seeing Off Censor Chang of the Palace Library Leaving for Chiangtso to Care for His Parents by Wei Ying-wu

Don’t sigh about the road beyond the city gate
or that you won’t be coming back in a carriage
your brocade robes are there in your trunk
along with your books from rue-scented halls
with red rice grown in a well-watered land
and whitefish fresh from the Yangtze
your breakfasts can also be offerings
what good is longing for fortune and fame

translated by Red Pine