Cooing And Wooing
By riverside are cooing
A pair of turtledoves;
A good young man is wooing
A fair maiden he loves.
Water flows left and right
Of cress long here, short there;
The youth yearns day and night
For the good maiden fair.
His yearning grows so strong,
He can not fall asleep,
But tosses all night long,
So deep in love, so deep!
Now gather left and right
Cress long or short and tender!
Lute, play music bright
For the bride sweet and slender!
Feast friends at left and right
On cress cooked till tender!
O bells and drums, delight！
The bride so sweet and slender!
A Twig of Mume Blossoms
Fragrant lotus blooms fade,autumn chills mat of jade.
My silk robe doffed, I float.
Alone in orchid boat.
Who in the cloud would bring me letters in brocade?
When swans come back in flight,
When swans come back in flight,My bower is steeped in moonlight.
As fallen flowers drift and water runs its way,
One longing leaves no traces.
But overflows two places.
how can such lovesickness be driven away?
Prom eyebrows kept apart
Again it gnaws my heart.
On the Plain of Tombs
At dusk my heart is filled with glooms;
I drive my cab to ancient tomb.
The setting sun seems so sublime.
But it is near its dying time.
Over old trees wreathed with rotten vines fly evening crows;
Under a small bridge near a cottage a stream flows;
On ancient road in the west wind a lean horse goes.
Westward declines the sun;
Far, far from home is the heartbroken one.
Fishing In Snow
From hill to hill no bird in flight;
From path to path no man in sight.
A lonely fisherman afloat
Is fishing snow in lonely boat.
This spring morning in bed I’m lying,
Not to awake till birds are crying.
After one night of wind and showers,
How many are the fallen flowers?
Tune: “Slow, Slow Song”
I look for what I miss; I know not what it is. I feel so sad, so drear, so lonely, without cheer.
How hard is it to keep me fit in this lingering cold!
Hardly warmed up by cup on cup of wine so dry. Oh! How could I endure at dusk the drift of wind so swift?
It breaks my heart, alas! To see the wild geese pass, for they are my acquaintances of old.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers faded and fallen in showers. Who will pick them up now?
Sitting alone at the window how could I but quicken the pace of darkness which won’t thicken?
On parasol-trees a fine rain drizzles as twilight grizzles.
Oh! What can I do with a grief beyond belief!
A Tranquil Night
Before my bed a pool of night
Can it be hoarfrost on the ground?
Looking up, I find the moon bright;
Bowing, In homesickness I’m drowned.
Calming the Waves
Listen not to the rain beating against the tress.
Why don’t you slowly walk and chant at ease?
Better than saddled horse I like sandals and cane.
I would fain.
Spend a straw-cloaked life in mist and rain.
Drunken, I’m sobered by vernal wind and shrill.
And rather chill.
In front I see the slanting sun atop the hill;
Turning my head, I see the dreary beaten track.
Let me go back!
Impervious to wind, rain or shine, I’ll have my will.