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 |
听董大弹胡笳声兼寄语弄房给事ON HEARING DONG PLAY THE FLAGEOLET A POEM TO PALACE-ATTENDANT FANG
听董大弹胡笳声兼寄语弄房给事
Li Qi
When this melody for the flageolet was made by Lady Cai,
When long ago one by one she sang its eighteen stanzas,
Even the Tartars were shedding tears into the border grasses,
And the envoy of China was heart-broken, turning back home with his escort.
...Cold fires now of old battles are grey on ancient forts,
And the wilderness is shadowed with white new-flying snow.
...When the player first brushes the Shang string and the Jue and then the Yu,
Autumn-leaves in all four quarters are shaken with a murmur.
Dong, the master,
Must have been taught in heaven.
Demons come from the deep pine-wood and stealthily listen
To music slow, then quick, following his hand,
Now far away, now near again, according to his heart.
A hundred birds from an empty mountain scatter and return;
Three thousand miles of floating clouds darken and lighten;
A wildgoose fledgling, left behind, cries for its flock,
And a Tartar child for the mother he loves.
Then river waves are calmed
And birds are mute that were singing,
And Wuzu tribes are homesick for their distant land,
And out of the dust of Siberian steppes rises a plaintive sorrow.
...Suddenly the low sound leaps to a freer tune,
Like a long wind swaying a forest, a downpour breaking tiles,
A cascade through the air, flying over tree-tops.
...A wild deer calls to his fellows. He is running among the mansions
In the corner of the capital by the Eastern Palace wall....
Phoenix Lake lies opposite the Gate of Green Jade;
But how can fame and profit concern a man of genius?
Day and night I long for him to bring his lute again.
Translator: Witter Bynner
【Collections】唐诗300首雁
【Source】 卷133_35