So autumn breaks my homesick heart....
　　Few pilgrims venture climbing to a temple so wild,
　　Up from the lake, in the mountain clouds.
　　...Sunset clings in the old defences,
　　A stone gong shivers through the empty woods.
　　...Of the Southern Dynasty, what remains?
　　Nothing but the great River.

　　Sad wanderer, once you conquered the South,
　　Commanding a hundred thousand men;
　　Today, dismissed and dispossessed,
　　In your old age you remember glory.
　　Once, when you stood, three borders were still;
　　Your dagger was the scale of life.
　　Now, watching the great rivers, the Jiang and the Han,
　　On their ways in the evening, where do you go?

　　Toward a mist upon the water
　　Still I wave my hand and sob,
　　For the flying bird is lost in space
　　Beyond a desolate green mountain....
　　But now the long river, the far lone sail,
　　five lakes, gleam like spring in the sunset;
　　And down an island white with duckweed
　　Comes the quiet of communion.

　　Walking along a little path,
　　I find a footprint on the moss,
　　A while cloud low on the quiet lake,
　　Grasses that sweeten an idle door,
　　A pine grown greener with the rain,
　　A brook that comes from a mountain source –
　　And, mingling with Truth among the flowers,
　　I have forgotten what to say.

　　New Year's only deepens my longing,
　　Adds to the lonely tears of an exile
　　Who, growing old and still in harness,
　　Is left here by the homing spring....
　　Monkeys come down from the mountains to haunt me.
　　I bend like a willow, when it rains on the river.
　　I think of Jia Yi, who taught here and died here-
　　And I wonder what my term shall be.

　　Dare I, at my age, accept my summons,
　　Knowing of the world's ways only wine and song?....
　　Over the moon-edged river come wildgeese from the Tartars;
　　And the thinner the leaves along the Huai, the wider the southern mountains....
　　I ought to be glad to take my old bones back to the capital,
　　But what am I good for in that world, with my few white hairs?....
　　As bent and decrepit as you are, I am ashamed to thank you,
　　When you caution me that I may encounter thunderbolts.

　　Here, where you spent your three years' exile,
　　To be mourned in Chu ten thousand years,
　　Can I trace your footprint in the autumn grass –
　　Or only slanting sunlight through the bleak woods?
　　If even good Emperor Wen was cold-hearted,
　　Could you hope that the dull river Xiang would understand you,
　　These desolate waters, these taciturn mountains,
　　When you came, like me, so far away?

　　No ripples in the river, no mist on the islands,
　　Yet the landscape is blurred toward my friend in Chu....
　　Birds in the slanting sun cross Hankou,
　　And the autumn sky mingles with Lake Dongting.
　　...From a bleak mountain wall the cold tone of a bugle
　　Reminds me, moored by a ruined fort,
　　That Jia Yi's loyal plea to the House of Han
　　Banned him to Changsha, to be an exile.

　　From the temple, deep in its tender bamboos,
　　Comes the low sound of an evening bell,
　　While the hat of a pilgrim carries the sunset
　　Farther and farther down the green mountain.

　　Your seven strings are like the voice
　　Of a cold wind in the pines,
　　Singing old beloved songs
　　Which no one cares for any more.

　　Can drifting clouds and white storks
　　Be tenants in this world of ours? –
　　Or you still live on Wuzhou Mountain,
　　Now that people are coming here?

　　Sun_set_ hills far away, Tian Han White House poor.
　　Chapman heard barking, 风雪夜归人.

　　North Korea no cold Roth, poor mountain home in the old. Corporate Banking horizon, the pity Jun farther people.

　　群公谁让位，五柳独知贫。惆怅青山路，烟霞老此人。

　　初迷武陵路，复出孟尝门。回首江南岸，青山与旧恩。

　　Montreal next month to spend, since Jun Yi Sanin. Who sent by the wind, have this heart disorder.

　　Emperor child is not visible, autumn evening to think. Moon on the Xiangjiang River, golden empty Crescent.

　　Cangwu Thousand Years, the owner of the Hunan Yuan. To know Hsiang Fei resentment, ulterior motives full of tears.

　　君王不可见，芳草旧宫春。犹带罗裙色，青青向楚人。

　　憔悴逢新岁，茅扉见旧春。朝来明镜里，不忍白头人。

　　Pianfan where to go, the horse alone go late. Melancholy South North, Castle Peak, the dusk time.

　　归人乘野艇，带月过江村。正落寒潮水，相随夜到门。

　　不知方外客，何事锁空房。应向桃源里，教他唤阮郎。

　　泠泠七丝上，静听松风寒。古调虽自爱，今人多不弹。