唐代 李白 Li Bai  唐代   （701～762）
Song Form
Same Name
IN THE QUIET NIGHT
archaism
No public cross the river
Hard Roads in Shu
Liang Fu Yin
Wu Yeti
Bringing in the Wine
apo- leave
Trekking Youqieliepian
On Climbing in Nanjing to the Terrace of Phoenixes
The Hard Road
Tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream
A FAREWELL TO SECRETARY SHUYUN AT THE XIETIAO VILLA IN XUANZHOU
To Wang Lun
Alone Looking at the Mountain
Through the Yangzi Gorges
DOWN ZHONGNAN MOUNTAIN TO THE KIND PILLOW AND BOWL OF HUSI
Drinking Alone under the Moon
IN SPRING
THE MOON AT THE FORTIFIED PASS
BALLADS OF FOUR SEASONS: SPRING
Ballads of Four Seasons: Summer
Multiple poems at a time
Wuyan official conservatory in the Han ynasty (206B.C.-A.D.220)
长干行

A Song of Changgan
长干行

   Li Bai

My hair had hardly covered my forehead.
I was picking flowers, paying by my door,
When you, my lover, on a bamboo horse,
Came trotting in circles and throwing green plums.
We lived near together on a lane in Ch'ang-kan,
Both of us young and happy-hearted.
...At fourteen I became your wife,
So bashful that I dared not smile,
And I lowered my head toward a dark corner
And would not turn to your thousand calls;
But at fifteen I straightened my brows and laughed,
Learning that no dust could ever seal our love,
That even unto death I would await you by my post
And would never lose heart in the tower of silent watching.
...Then when I was sixteen, you left on a long journey
Through the Gorges of Ch'u-t'ang, of rock and whirling water.
And then came the Fifth-month, more than I could bear,
And I tried to hear the monkeys in your lofty far-off sky.
Your footprints by our door, where I had watched you go,
Were hidden, every one of them, under green moss,
Hidden under moss too deep to sweep away.
And the first autumn wind added fallen leaves.
And now, in the Eighth-month, yellowing butterflies
Hover, two by two, in our west-garden grasses
And, because of all this, my heart is breaking
And I fear for my bright cheeks, lest they fade.
...Oh, at last, when you return through the three Pa districts,
Send me a message home ahead!
And I will come and meet you and will never mind the distance,
All the way to Chang-feng Sha.

　　　　Translator: Witter Bynner
 　　

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