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Meng Haoran Poems
On Climbing Orchid Mountain in the Autum...
On a northern peak among white clouds You have found your hermitage of peace; And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, High with the wildgeese flies my heart.
A Spring Morning
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, Everywhere round me the singing of birds But now I remember the night, the storm, And I wonder how many blossoms were broken.
Stopping at a Friend's Farm-house
Preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, You entertain me at your farm. We watch the green trees that circle your village And the pale blue of outlying mountains.
Parting From Wang Wei
Quiet end what wait Day day must go return Wish seek fragrant grass go Grieve with old friend separated
Spring sleep not wake dawn Everywhere hear cry bird Night come wind rain sound Flower fall know how many
Asleep in the Spring
Asleep in spring I did not heed the dawn Till the birds broke out singing everywhere. Last night, in the clamour of wind and rain, How many flowers have fallen
Taking Leave of Wang Wei
Slow and reluctant, I have waited Day after day, till now I must go. How sweet the road-side flowers might be If they did not mean good-bye, old friend.
In Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking...
The mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, In the east from the lake the slow moon rises. I loosen my hair to enjoy the evening coolness And open my window and lie down in peace.
Thinking of Xin in South Pavilion on a S...
Mountain glow sudden west set Pond moon gradually east up Loose hair enjoy evening cool Open window lie idle spacious
Spending the Night on Jiande River
Move boat moor mist islet Sun set person sorrow new Land vast heaven low tree River clear moon near person
Seeing off Du Shisi South of the River
Jingzhou Dongwu mutual meet water for place You go spring river now wide Sunset travel sail where moor End of sky one look break person heart
Returning at Night to Lumen Mountain
A bell in the mountain-temple sounds the coming of night. I hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry, While others follow the sand-bank to their homes along the river.
A Message from Lake Dongtin to Premier Z...
Here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake Are of a single air with heaven, And a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys Has beleaguered the city of Youzhou.
On Climbing Yan Mountain with Friends
While worldly matters take their turn, Ancient, modern, to and fro, Rivers and mountains are changeless in their glory And still to be witnessed from this trail.
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On Climbing Orchid Mountain in the Autumn to Zhang
On a northern peak among white clouds
You have found your hermitage of peace;
And now, as I climb this mountain to see you,
High with the wildgeese flies my heart.
The quiet dusk might seem a little sad
If this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear;
I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers
Resting on the sand till the ferry returns;
There are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses
And against the river's rim an island like the moon
I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine
And we'll celebrate ...