Li Bai
Those who left me can't stay yesterday; Those who mess with my heart are more worried today.
the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine [2].
the bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side [3].
everyone is happy and half thinking about flying, aspiring to the sky and the bright moon [4].
but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even sadder to raise a glass to ease your worries.
since the world can in no way answer our craving, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat [5].
Sauvignon Blanc (1)
Li Bai
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
insects hum of autumn by the gold brim of the well, a thin frost glistens like little mirrors on my cold mat [2].
the high lantern flickers; and deeper grows my longing, I lift the shade and, with many a sigh, gaze upon the moon.
single as a flower, centred from the clouds, above, I see the blueness and deepness of sky and below, I see the greenness and the restlessness of water [3].
the soul flies far and wide, can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain? [4].
sauvignon blanc destroys the heart and soul [5]!
Resentment
Li Bai
how beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement,
sitting in a deep position [1].
you may see the tears now, bright on her cheek,
but not the man she so bitterly loves?