Demote Blue shows off Grandnephew name of a river
MOUNTAIN-STONES
On the Festival of the Moon to Sub-official Zhang
Stopping at a Temple on Heng Mountain I Inscribe this Poem in the Gate-tower
A Poem on the Stone Drums
The title of emperor li chun's reign in tang dynasty Holiness Poetry
Qin cao 10 would go to gymnastics
Qin cao 10 Yi-Lan Cao
琴操十首。龟山操
Qin cao 10 Cao Yue-chang
琴操十首。拘幽操
Qin cao 10 Mt. qi (between shanxi and shan3xi) grasp
Qin cao 10 Fulfill cream parade
Qin cao 10 Pheasant flying towards grasp
Qin cao 10 Do hu grasp
Qin cao 10 Residual form of exercise
Nanshan Poetry
(surname) Artlessness poem
Qiu Huai Shi 10 a (poem)
Went to Gangneung En route Wang donated Score Buque (a surname) Eleven Gleaning Ministry councillor Member of the imperial academy three bachelor
Evening Line Embankment ascending
Song of the Night
Heavy cloud Li guan Illness donated
Jiang han answer Meng Jiao
| Multiple poems at a time |
山石MOUNTAIN-STONES
山石
Han Yu
Rough were the mountain-stones, and the path very narrow;
And when I reached the temple, bats were in the dusk.
I climbed to the hall, sat on the steps, and drank the rain- washed air
Among the round gardenia-pods and huge bananaleaves.
On the old wall, said the priest, were Buddhas finely painted,
And he brought a light and showed me, and I called them wonderful
He spread the bed, dusted the mats, and made my supper ready,
And, though the food was coarse, it satisfied my hunger.
At midnight, while I lay there not hearing even an insect,
The mountain moon with her pure light entered my door....
At dawn I left the mountain and, alone, lost my way:
In and out, up and down, while a heavy mist
Made brook and mountain green and purple, brightening everything.
I am passing sometimes pines and oaks, which ten men could not girdle,
I am treading pebbles barefoot in swift-running water --
Its ripples purify my ear, while a soft wind blows my garments....
These are the things which, in themselves, make life happy.
Why should we be hemmed about and hampered with people?
O chosen pupils, far behind me in my own country,
What if I spent my old age here and never went back home?
Translator: Witter Bynner
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