the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea.
and the wind, that has come a thousand miles, beats at the Jade Pass battlements.
china marches its men down Baideng Road, while Tartar troops peer across blue waters of the bay.
and since not one battle famous in history sent all its fighters back again.
the soldiers turn round, looking toward the border, and think of home, with wistful eyes.
and of those tonight in the upper chambers, who toss and sigh and cannot rest. Xiajiangling
said goodbye to Bai Di's colorful clouds, and Jiangling, a thousand miles away, returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man. Midnight song
Haruka
the lovely Lo Fo of the western land, plucks mulberry leaves by the waterside.
across the green boughs stretches out her white hand, in golden sunshine her rosy robe is dyed.
my silkworms are hungry, I cannot stay, tarry not with your five-horse cab, I pray. Midnight songs at four o'clock
Summer songs
on Mirror Lake outspread for miles and miles, the lotus lilies in full blossom teem.
in fifth moon Xi Shi gathers them with smiles, watchers o'erwhelm the bank of Yuoye Stream.
her boat turns back without waiting moonrise, to royal house amid amorous sighs. Midnight song
Qiu Ge
a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding.
and the autumn wind is blowing my heart, for ever and ever toward the Jade Pass.
oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!. Midnight songs at four o'clock
Winter songs
the courier will depart next day, she's told, she sews a warrior's gown all night.
her fingers feel the needle cold, how can she hold the scissors tight?.
the work is done, she sends it far away, when will it reach the town where warriors stay?. Drinking Alone with the Moon
from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me.
till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three.
alas, the moon was unable to drink, and my shadow tagged me vacantly;.
but still for a while I had these friends, to cheer me through the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, I danced. My shadow tumbled after.
have sex when you wake up, and then I was drunk, and we lost one another.
shall goodwill ever be secure?, I watch the long road of the River of Stars. Jade Clan
her jade-white staircase is cold with dew, her silk soles are wet, she lingered there so long.
behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting, watching through its crystal pane the glow of the autumn moon?. It is hard to go (1)
pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, and a jade plate of dainty food calls for a million coins.
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, I would climb the Taihang Mountains, but the sky is blind with snow.
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.
it is hard to go! Journeying is hard Don't go astray! Whither today.
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. It is hard to go (2) the way is broad like the blue sky, but no way out before my eye.
I am ashamed to follow those who have no guts, gambling on fighting cocks and dogs for pears and nuts.
feng would go homeward way, having no fish to eat, zhou did not think to bow to noblemen was meet.
general Han was mocked in the market-place, the brilliant scholar Jia was banished in disgrace.
If you don't see king of Yan in days gone by who venerated talents and built Terrace high, there is no doubt about the festival.
grateful, Ju Xin and Yue Yi came then, and served him heart and soul, both full of stratagem.
the King's bones were now buried, who would sweep the floor of the Gold Terrace any more??
it is hard to go! Come back! It is hard to go (3)
don't wash your ears on hearing something you dislike, nor die of hunger like famous hermits on the Pike!.
living without a fame among the motley crowd, why should one be as lofty as the moon or cloud?.
of ancient talents who failed to retire, there's none but came to tragic ending after glory's won.
the head of General Wu was hung o'er city gate, in the river was drowned the poet laureate.
the highly talented scholar wished in vain, minister Li regretted not to have retired.
to preserve his life to hear the cry of the crane, to hunt with falcon gray as he had long desired.
Have you noticed that Hans Zhang in Wuzhong is called Da Sheng and to go home to eat his perch with high glee??
enjoy a cup of wine while you're alive!, do not care if your fame will not survive!.