Seeing Off Yuan the Second on a Mission to Anxi
Weicheng morning rain moisten light dust Visitor house green green willow colour new Urge gentleman further finish one cup alcohol West outside Yang Pass no friend person At Weicheng morning rain has dampened light
Mengcheng Col
New house Mengcheng entrance Old tree surplus sorrow willow Come person again for who Only sorrow former person be Who will come after, I do not know, He must feel sorrow for those in
An Evening in the Mountains
After rain the empty mountain Stands autumnal in the evening, Moonlight in its groves of pine, Stones of crystal in its brooks. Bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, Lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat And
My Retreat at Mount Zhongnan
My heart in middle age found the Way. And I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain. When the spirit moves, I wander alone Amid beauty that is all for me…. I
Hut Among the Bamboos
Sitting alone In the hush of the bamboo grove I thrum my lute And whistle lingering notes. In the secrecy of the wood No one can hear Only the clear moon Comes to shine
Replying to Subprefect Zhang
Old age think good quiet Everything not concern heart Self attend without great plan Empty know return old forest Pine wind blow undo belt Hill moon light pluck qin Gentleman ask end open reason
Mount Zhongnan
Its massive height near the City of Heaven Joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. Clouds, when I look back, close behind me, Mists, when I enter them, are gone. A
Farewell
Down horse drink gentleman alcohol Ask gentleman what place go Gentleman say not achieve wish Return lie south mountain near Still go nothing more ask White cloud not exhaust time Dismounting, I offer my
South Hill
Light boat south hill go North hill vast expanse hard reach Separate bank see person home Long way off not recognise A light boat sets off from the southern hill, The north is hard
A Message to Commissioner Li At Zizhou
From ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven; On a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling; And, after a night of mountain rain, From each summit come hundreds of silken cascades. …If girls are asked
A Farmhouse on the Wei River
In the slant of the sun on the country-side, Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane; And a rugged old man in a thatch door Leans on a staff and thinks of his
Fields and Gardens by the River Qi
I dwell apart by the River Qi, Where the Eastern wilds stretch far without hills. The sun darkens beyond the mulberry trees; The river glistens through the villages. Shepherd boys depart, gazing back to
Remembrance
A red berry grows In the south country The boughs are full of them When spring arrives. Gather some, I pray, And fill your pockets These are the best Forget-me-knots!
A Study
Light cloud pavilion light rain Dark yard day weary open Sit look green moss colour About to on person clothes come There’s light cloud, and drizzle round the pavilion, In the dark yard, I
Temple Tree Path
Narrow path sunless temple locust tree Deep dark much green moss Should gate except meet sweep In case have hill monk come A narrow, sunless path to the temple tree, Deep and dark; abundant