An Old War-song
AN OLD AIR
A Farewell to my Friend Chen Zhangfu
A Lute Song
ON HEARING DONG PLAY THE FLAGEOLET A POEM TO PALACE-ATTENDANT FANG
ON HEARING AN WANSHAN PLAY THE REED-PIPE
A Farewell to Wei Wan
name of a river begum
Cyprus under the curve
古塞下曲
Fisherman Song
Tokyo lodge at Mo Chu
Jijiaolianshi
望鸣皋山白云寄洛阳卢主簿
lodge at Mo Jirong
present Zhang Xu
Government grants Su
Ye Yi Qi Tang Temple Shouyangshan
to visit (a superior) Zhang guo baas
光上座廊下众山五韵
September The ninth day of the ninth noon, a festival on the lunar calendar surname The number 18 East hall group of things having a shared quality
(surname) Shaofu,officer's title in tang dynasty Dongxi go boating
And gentlemen You Jidu go boating
Songqiwusan Yefangjishi
| Multiple poems at a time |
听安万善吹筚篥歌
听安万善吹筚篥歌ON HEARING AN WANSHAN PLAY THE REED-PIPE
听安万善吹筚篥歌
Li Qi
Bamboo from the southern hills was used to make this pipe.
And its music, that was introduced from Persia first of all,
Has taken on new magic through later use in China.
And now the Tartar from Liangzhou, blowing it for me,
Drawing a sigh from whosoever hears it,
Is bringing to a wanderer's eyes homesick tears....
Many like to listen; but few understand.
To and fro at will there's a long wind flying,
Dry mulberry-trees, old cypresses, trembling in its chill.
There are nine baby phoenixes, outcrying one another;
A dragon and a tiger spring up at the same moment;
Then in a hundred waterfalls ten thousand songs of autumn
Are suddenly changing to The Yuyang Lament;
And when yellow clouds grow thin and the white sun darkens,
They are changing still again to Spring in the Willow Trees.
Like Imperial Garden flowers, brightening the eye with beauty,
Are the high-hall candles we have lighted this cold night,
And with every cup of wine goes another round of music.
Translator: Witter Bynner
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