唐代 王维 Wang Wei  唐代   (701~761)
On the Mountain Holiday Thinking of my Brothers in Shandong
Mount Zhongnan
Seeing Off a Friend
Lodge Among the Bamboos
Deer-park Hermitage
Bird Stream
AT PARTING
TO QIWU QIAN BOUND HOME AFTER FAILING IN AN EXAMINATION
A GREEN STREAM
A FARM-HOUSE ON THE WEI RIVER
THE BEAUTIFUL XI SHI
A Song of a Girl from Loyang
Song of an Old General
A Song of Peach-blossom River
A Message from my Lodge at Wangchuan to Pei Di
An Autumn Evening in the Mountains
Bound Home to Mount Song
Answering Vice-prefect Zhang
Toward the Temple of Heaped Fragrance
A Message to Commissioner Li at Zizhou
A View of the Han River
My Retreat at Mount Zhongnan
An Early Audience at the Palace of Light Harmonizing Secretary Jia Zhi Poem
Looking Down in a Spring-rain on the Course from Fairy-mountain Palace to the Pavilion of Increase Harmonizing the Emperor's Poem
Multiple poems at a time
Qiyan official conservatory in the Han ynasty (206B.C.-A.D.220)
洛阳女儿行

A Song of a Girl from Loyang
洛阳女儿行

   Wang Wei

There's a girl from Loyang in the door across the street,
She looks fifteen, she may be a little older.
...While her master rides his rapid horse with jade bit an bridle,
Her handmaid brings her cod-fish in a golden plate.
On her painted pavilions, facing red towers,
Cornices are pink and green with peach-bloom and with willow,
Canopies of silk awn her seven-scented chair,
And rare fans shade her, home to her nine-flowered curtains.
Her lord, with rank and wealth and in the bud of life,
Exceeds in munificence the richest men of old.
He favours this girl of lowly birth, he has her taught to dance;
And he gives away his coral-trees to almost anyone.
The wind of dawn just stirs when his nine soft lights go out,
Those nine soft lights like petals in a flying chain of flowers.
Between dances she has barely time for singing over the songs;
No sooner is she dressed again than incense burns before her.
Those she knows in town are only the rich and the lavish,
And day and night she is visiting the hosts of the gayest mansions.
...Who notices the girl from Yue with a face of white jade,
Humble, poor, alone, by the river, washing silk?


    Translator: Witter Bynner
  

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