时年十七　　独在异乡为异客，每逢佳节倍思亲。
　　遥知兄弟登高处，遍插茱萸少一人。

　　All alone in a foreign land,
　　I am twice as homesick on this day
　　When brothers carry dogwood up the mountain,
　　Each of them a branch-and my branch missing.

　　君问归期未有期，巴山夜雨涨秋池。
　　何当共剪西窗烛，却话巴山夜雨时。

　　You ask me when I am coming. I do not know.
　　I dream of your mountains and autumn pools brimming all night with the rain.
　　Oh, when shall we be trimming wicks again, together in your western window?
　　When shall I be hearing your voice again, all night in the rain?

　　秦时明月汉时关，万里长征人未还。
　　但使龙城飞将在，不教胡马度阴山。

　　The moon goes back to the time of Qin, the wall to the time of Han,
　　And the road our troops are travelling goes back three hundred miles....
　　Oh, for the Winged General at the Dragon City –
　　That never a Tartar horseman might cross the Yin Mountains!

　　诸葛大名垂宇宙，宗臣遗像肃清高。
　　三分割据纡筹策，万古云霄一羽毛。
　　伯仲之间见伊吕，指挥若定失萧曹。
　　运移汉祚终难复，志决身歼军务劳。

　　Zhuge's prestige transcends the earth;
　　There is only reverence for his face;
　　Yet his will, among the Three Kingdoms at war,
　　Was only as one feather against a flaming sky.
　　He was brother of men like Yi and Lu
　　And in time would have surpassed the greatest of all statesmen.
　　Though he knew there was no hope for the House of Han,
　　Yet he wielded his mind for it, yielded his life.

　　风急天高猿啸哀，渚清沙白鸟飞回。
　　无边落木萧萧下，不尽长江滚滚来。
　　万里悲秋常作客，百年多病独登台。
　　艰难苦恨繁霜鬓，潦倒新停浊酒杯。

　　In a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering,
　　Birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand,
　　Leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall,
　　While I watch the long river always rolling on.
　　I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn
　　And with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone.
　　Ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples,
　　Heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine.

　　舍南舍北皆春水，但见群鸥日日来。
　　花径不曾缘客扫，蓬门今始为君开。
　　盘飧市远无兼味，樽酒家贫只旧醅。
　　肯与邻翁相对饮，隔篱呼取尽余杯。

　　North of me, south of me, spring is in flood,
　　Day after day I have seen only gulls....
　　My path is full of petals – I have swept it for no others.
　　My thatch gate has been closed – but opens now for you.
　　It's a long way to the market, I can offer you little –
　　Yet here in my cottage there is old wine for our cups.
　　Shall we summon my elderly neighbour to join us,
　　Call him through the fence, and pour the jar dry?

　　国破山河在，城春草木深。
　　感时花溅泪，恨别鸟惊心。
　　烽火连三月，家书抵万金。
　　白头搔更短，浑欲不胜簪。

　　Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure;
　　And spring comes green again to trees and grasses
　　Where petals have been shed like tears
　　And lonely birds have sung their grief.
　　...After the war-fires of three months,
　　One message from home is worth a ton of gold.
　　...I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin
　　To hold the hairpins any more.
　　
　　
　　Another version:
　　Advent of Spring
　　
　　The city has fallen: only the hills and rivers remain.
　　In Spring the streets were green with grass and trees.
　　Sorrowing over the times, the flowers are weeping.
　　The birds startled my heart in fear of departing.
　　The beacon fires were burning for three months,
　　A letter from home was worth ten thousand pieces of gold.
　　I scratch the scant hairs on my white head,
　　And vainly attempt to secure them with a hairpin.

　　太乙近天都，连山到海隅。
　　白云回望合，青霭入看无。
　　分野中峰变，阴晴众壑珠。
　　欲投人处宿，隔水问樵夫。

　　Its massive height near the City of Heaven
　　Joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea.
　　Clouds, when I look back, close behind me,
　　Mists, when I enter them, are gone.
　　A central peak divides the wilds
　　And weather into many valleys.
　　...Needing a place to spend the night,
　　I call to a wood-cutter over the river.

　　床前明月光，疑是地上霜。
　　举头望明月，低头思故乡。

　　So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed --
　　Could there have been a frost already?
　　Lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight.
　　Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
　　
　　
　　2) In the Still of the Night
　　
　　I descry bright moonlight in front of my bed.
　　I suspect it to be hoary frost on the floor.
　　I watch the bright moon, as I tilt back my head.
　　I yearn, while stooping, for my homeland more.
　　
　　
　　3) A Tranquil Night
　　
　　Abed, I see a silver light,
　　I wonder if it's frost aground.
　　Looking up, I find the moon bright;
　　Bowing, in homesickness I'm drowned.
　　
　　
　　4) Night Thoughts
　　Translated by Herbert A. Giles
　　
　　I wake, and moonbeams play around my bed,
　　Glittering like hoar-frost to my wandering eyes;
　　Up towards the glorious moon I raise my head,
　　Then lay me down---and thoughts of home arise.
　　
　　
　　5) On a Quiet Night
　　Translated by S. Obata
　　
　　I saw the moonlight before my couch,
　　And wondered if it were not the frost on the ground.
　　I raised my head and looked out on the mountain noon,
　　I bowed my head and though of my far-off home.
　　
　　
　　6) The Moon Shines Everywhere
　　Translated by W.J.B. Fletcher
　　
　　Seeing the moon before my couch so bright
　　I thought hoar frost had fallen from the night.
　　On her clear face I gaze with lifted eyes:
　　Then hide them full of Youth's sweet memories.
　　
　　
　　7) Night Thoughts
　　Translated by Amy Lowell
　　
　　In front of my bed the moonlight is very bright.
　　I wonder if that can be frost on the floor?
　　I list up my head and look at the full noon, the dazzling moon.
　　I drop my head, and think of the home of old days.
　　
　　
　　8) Thoughts in a Tranquil Night
　　Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng
　　
　　Athwart the bed
　　I watch the moonbeams cast a trail
　　So bright, so cold, so frail,
　　That for a space it gleams
　　Like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams.
　　I raise my head, -
　　The splendid moon I see:
　　Then droop my head,
　　And sink to dreams of thee -
　　My father land, of thee!
　　
　　
　　9) Nostalgia
　　
　　A splash of white on my bedroom floor. Hoarfrost?
　　I raise my eyes to the moon, the same noon.
　　As scenes long past come to mind, my eyes fall again on the splash of white,
　　and my heart aches for home.
　　
　　
　　10) Pensée dans une nuit tranquille
　　Traduit par Hervey
　　
　　Devant mon lit, la lune jette une clarté très vive;
　　Je doute un moment si ce n'est point la gelée blanche qui brille sur le sol.
　　Je lève la tête, je contemple la lune brillante;
　　Je baisse la tête et je pense à mon pays.

　　功盖三分国，名成八阵图。
　　江流石不转，遗恨失吞吴。

　　The Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness.
　　The Eight-Sided Fortress is founded on his fame;
　　Beside the changing river, it stands stony as his grief
　　That he never conquered the Kingdom of Wu.

　　林暗草惊风，将军夜引弓。
　　平明寻白羽，没在石棱中。

　　The woods are black and a wind assails the grasses,
　　Yet the general tries night archery –
　　And next morning he finds his white-plumed arrow
　　Pointed deep in the hard rock.

　　噫吁唏，危乎高哉！蜀道之难难于上青天！
　　蚕丛及鱼凫，开国何茫然！
　　尔来四万八千岁，始与秦塞通人烟。
　　西当太白有鸟道，可以横绝峨眉巅。
　　地崩山摧壮士死，然后天梯石栈方钩连。
　　上有六龙回日之高标，下有冲波逆折之回川。
　　黄鹤之飞尚不得，猿猱欲度愁攀援。
　　青泥何盘盘，百步九折萦岩峦。
　　扪参历井仰胁息，以手抚膺坐长叹。
　　问君西游何时还？畏途巉岩不可攀！
　　但见悲鸟号古木，雄飞雌从绕林间。
　　又闻子规啼，夜月愁空山。
　　蜀道之难难于上青天！使人听此凋朱颜。
　　连峰去天不盈尺，枯松倒挂倚绝壁。
　　飞湍瀑流争喧豗，砯崖转石万壑雷。
　　其险也如此！
　　嗟尔远道之人，胡为乎来哉？
　　剑阁峥嵘而崔嵬。
　　一夫当关，万夫莫开。
　　所守或匪亲，化为狼与豺。
　　朝避猛虎，夕避长蛇。
　　磨牙吮血，杀人如麻。
　　锦城虽云乐，不如早还家。
　　蜀道之难难于上青天！侧身西望常咨嗟！

　　Oh, but it is high and very dangerous!
　　Such travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky.
　　...Until two rulers of this region
　　Pushed their way through in the misty ages,
　　Forty-eight thousand years had passed
　　With nobody arriving across the Qin border.
　　And the Great White Mountain, westward, still has only a bird's path
　　Up to the summit of Emei Peak –
　　Which was broken once by an earthquake and there were brave men lost,
　　Just finishing the stone rungs of their ladder toward heaven.
　　...High, as on a tall flag, six dragons drive the sun,
　　While the river, far below, lashes its twisted course.
　　Such height would be hard going for even a yellow crane,
　　So pity the poor monkeys who have only paws to use.
　　The Mountain of Green Clay is formed of many circles-
　　Each hundred steps, we have to turn nine turns among its mound –
　　Panting, we brush Orion and pass the Well Star,
　　Then, holding our chests with our hands and sinking to the ground with a groan,
　　We wonder if this westward trail will never have an end.
　　The formidable path ahead grows darker, darker still,
　　With nothing heard but the call of birds hemmed in by the ancient forest,
　　Male birds smoothly wheeling, following the females;
　　And there come to us the melancholy voices of the cuckoos
　　Out on the empty mountain, under the lonely moon....
　　Such travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky.
　　Even to hear of it turns the cheek pale,
　　With the highest crag barely a foot below heaven.
　　Dry pines hang, head down, from the face of the cliffs,
　　And a thousand plunging cataracts outroar one another
　　And send through ten thousand valleys a thunder of spinning stones.
　　With all this danger upon danger,
　　Why do people come here who live at a safe distance?
　　...Though Dagger-Tower Pass be firm and grim,
　　And while one man guards it
　　Ten thousand cannot force it,
　　What if he be not loyal,
　　But a wolf toward his fellows?
　　...There are ravenous tigers to fear in the day
　　And venomous reptiles in the night
　　With their teeth and their fangs ready
　　To cut people down like hemp.
　　Though the City of Silk be delectable, I would rather turn home quickly.
　　Such travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky....
　　But I still face westward with a dreary moan.

　　独坐幽篁里，弹琴复长啸。
　　深林人不知，明月来相照。

　　I sit alone by the serene bamboos,
　　Strumming my zither and whistling.
　　No one knows I'm in the deep woods,
　　Only the moon comes watching.
　　
　　
　　2) Bamboo Adobe
　　By Wang Wei
　　Translated by Liu Wu-chi
　　
　　I sit along in the dark bamboo grove,
　　Playing the zither and whistling long.
　　In this deep wood no one would know -
　　Only the bright moon comes to shine.
　　
　　
　　3) Hut in the Bamboos
　　
　　Sitting alone, in the hush of the bamboo;
　　I thrum my zither, and whistle lingering notes.
　　In the secrecy of the wood, no one can hear;
　　Only the clear moon, comes to shine on me.
　　
　　
　　4) In a Retreat Among Bamboos
　　Translated by Witter Bynner
　　
　　Leaning alone in the close bamboos,
　　I am playing my lute and humming a song
　　Too softly for anyone to hear –
　　Except my comrade, the bright moon.

　　空山不见人，但闻人语响。
　　返影入深林，复照青苔上。

　　There seems to be no one on the empty mountain....
　　And yet I think I hear a voice,
　　Where sunlight, entering a grove,
　　Shines back to me from the green moss.

　　君不见黄河之水天上来，奔流到海不复回。
　　君不见高堂明镜悲白发，朝如青丝暮成雪。
　　人生得意须尽欢，莫使金樽空对月。
　　天生我材必有用，千金散尽还复来。
　　烹羊宰牛且为乐，会须一饮三百杯。
　　岑夫子，丹丘生，将进酒，君莫停。
　　与君歌一曲，请君为我侧耳听。
　　钟鼓馔玉不足贵，但愿长醉不愿醒。
　　古来圣贤皆寂寞，惟有饮者留其名。
　　陈王昔时宴平乐，斗酒十千恣欢谑。
　　主人何为言少钱，径须沽取对君酌。
　　五花马，千金裘，呼儿将出换美酒，与尔同销万古愁。

　　See how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven.
　　Entering the ocean, never to return.
　　See how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers,
　　Though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow.
　　...Oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases
　　And never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!
　　Since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed!
　　Spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!
　　Cook a sheep, kill a cow, whet the appetite,
　　And make me, of three hundred bowls, one long drink!
　　...To the old master, Cen,
　　And the young scholar, Danqiu,
　　Bring in the wine!
　　Let your cups never rest!
　　Let me sing you a song!
　　Let your ears attend!
　　What are bell and drum, rare dishes and treasure?
　　Let me be forever drunk and never come to reason!
　　Sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten,
　　And only the great drinkers are famous for all time.
　　...Prince Chen paid at a banquet in the Palace of Perfection
　　Ten thousand coins for a cask of wine, with many a laugh and quip.
　　Why say, my host, that your money is gone?
　　Go and buy wine and we'll drink it together!
　　My flower-dappled horse,
　　My furs worth a thousand,
　　Hand them to the boy to exchange for good wine,
　　And we'll drown away the woes of ten thousand generations!
　　
　　
　　French version:
　　Chanson à boire
　　Seigneur, ne voyez-vous donc point les eaux du fleuve Jaune?
　　Elles descendent du ciel et coulent vers la mer sans jamais revenir.
　　Seigneur, ne regardez-vous donc point dans les miroirs qui ornent votre noble demeure,
　　Et ne gémissez-vous pas en apercevant vos cheveux blancs?
　　
　　Ils étaient ce matin comme les fils de soie noire,
　　Et, ce soir, les voilà déjà mêlés de neige.
　　L'homme qui sait comprendre la vie doit se réjouir chaque fois qu'il le peut,
　　En ayant soin que jamais sa tasse ne reste vide en face de la lune.
　　
　　Le ciel ne m'a rien donné sans vouloir que j'en fasse usage;
　　Mille pièces d'or que l'on disperse pourront de nouveau se réunir.
　　Que l'on cuise donc un mouton, que l'on découpe un b?uf, et qu'on soit en joie;
　　Il faut qu'ensemble aujourd'hui, nous buvions d'une seule fois trois cents tasses.
　　
　　Les clochettes et les tambours, la recherche dans les mets ne sont point choses nécessaires,
　　Ne désirons qu'une longue ivresse, mais si longue qu'on n'en puisse sortir.
　　Les savants et les sages de l'Antiquité n'ont eu que le silence et l'oubli pour partage;
　　Il n'est vraiment que les buveurs dont le nom passe à la postérité.

余禁所禁垣西，是法厅事也，有古槐数株焉，虽生意可知，同殷仲文之古树，而听讼斯在，即周召伯之甘棠。每至夕照低阴，秋蝉疏引，发声幽息，有切尝闻。岂人心异於曩时，将虫响悲于前听。嗟乎！声以动容，德以象贤。故洁其身也，禀君子达人之高行；蜕其皮也，有仙都羽化之灵姿。候时而来，顺阴阳之数；应节为变，审藏用之机。有目斯开，不以道昏而昧其视；有翼自薄，不以俗厚而易其真。吟乔树之微风，韵资天纵；饮高秋之坠露，清畏人知。仆失路艰虞，遭时徽纆。不哀伤而自怨，未摇落而先衰。闻蟪蛄之流声，悟平反之已奏；见螳螂之抱影，怯危机之未安。感而缀诗，贻诸知己。庶情沿物应，哀弱羽之飘零；道寄人知，悯馀声之寂寞。非谓文墨，取代幽忧云尔。
西陆蝉声唱，南冠客思深。 不堪玄鬓影，来对白头吟。 露重飞难进，风多响易沉。 无人信高洁，谁为表予心？

　　While the year sinks westward, I hear a cicada
　　Bid me to be resolute here in my cell,
　　Yet it needed the song of those black wings
　　To break a white-haired prisoner's heart....
　　His flight is heavy through the fog,
　　His pure voice drowns in the windy world.
　　Who knows if he be singing still? - -
　　Who listens any more to me?
　　
　　2) On Hearing Cicadas in Prison
　　Tr. Liu Yiqing
　　
　　The year is sinking west, cicadas sing,
　　Their songs stir up the prisoner's grief.
　　I cannot bear the sight of their dark wing,
　　Their hymn to innocence gives me no relief.
　　
　　Wings heavy with dew, hard becomes the flight,
　　Drowned in strong wind, their voice cannot be heard.
　　None would believe their songs are pure and bright,
　　Who could express my feeling deep in word?
　　
　　French version:
　　En prison,
　　le poète entend chanter la cigale
　　La voix de la cigale a résonné, du c?té de la route occidentale;
　　Elle jette dans une rêverie profonde l'h?te qui porte un bonnet du midi.
　　
　　Comment supporterais-je patiemment la vue de ce frêle insecte,
　　Qui vient, tout près de ma tête blanche, répéter son chant douloureux!
　　
　　La rosée, trop lourde pour ses ailes, appesantit sa marche, et l'empêche de prendre son vol;
　　Le vent, qui souffle avec violence, emporte ses cris étouffés.
　　
　　Les hommes ne veulent pas croire à ce qu'il y a de pur et d'élevé (dans le secret de son existence).
　　Puis-je espérer qu'il s'en trouve un, pour faire conna?tre à tous ce que renferme mon c?ur?

　　独有宦游人，偏惊物候新。
　　云霞出海曙，梅柳渡江春。
　　淑气催黄鸟，晴光转绿苹。
　　忽闻歌古调，归思欲沾襟。

　　Only to wanderers can come
　　Ever new the shock of beauty,
　　Of white cloud and red cloud dawning from the sea,
　　Of spring in the wild-plum and river-willow....
　　I watch a yellow oriole dart in the warm air,
　　And a green water- plant reflected by the sun.
　　Suddenly an old song fills
　　My heart with home, my eyes with tears.
　　
　　2) In Reply to Magistrate Lu's Poem: An Excursion in Early Spring
　　Tr. Ni Peiling
　　
　　Only to officials away from home,
　　The shock of beauty ever new will come,
　　Of rising clouds at dawn above the sea,
　　Of Spring in river side plum and willow-tree.
　　Orioles are urged to sing in warm air,
　　And green-clad duckweed in the sun looks fair.
　　An old tune suddenly sung to my ears
　　Fills my heart with home and my eyes with tears.

　　今夜鄜州月，闺中只独看。
　　遥怜小儿女，未解忆长安。
　　香雾云鬟湿，清辉玉臂寒。
　　何时倚虚幌，双照泪痕干。

　　Far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight,
　　Watching it alone from the window of her chamber-
　　For our boy and girl, poor little babes,
　　Are too young to know where the Capital is.
　　Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist,
　　Her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.
　　...When shall we lie again, with no more tears,
　　Watching this bright light on our screen?

　　凤凰台上凤凰游，凤去台空江自流。
　　吴宫花草埋幽径，晋代衣冠成古丘。
　　三山半落青天外，二水中分白鹭洲。
　　总为浮云能蔽日，长安不见使人愁。

　　Phoenixes that played here once, so that the place was named for them,
　　Have abandoned it now to this desolate river;
　　The paths of Wu Palace are crooked with weeds;
　　The garments of Qin are ancient dust.
　　...Like this green horizon halving the Three Peaks,
　　Like this Island of White Egrets dividing the river,
　　A cloud has arisen between the Light of Heaven and me,
　　To hide his city from my melancholy heart.

　　金樽清酒斗十千，玉盘珍羞直万钱。
　　停杯投箸不能食，拔剑四顾心茫然。
　　欲渡黄河冰塞川，将登太行雪满山。
　　闲来垂钓碧溪上，忽复乘舟梦日边。
　　行路难，行路难，多歧路，今安在？
　　长风破浪会有时，直挂云帆济沧海。

　　Pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon,
　　And a jade plate of dainty food calls for a million coins.
　　I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink....
　　I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
　　I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry;
　　I would climb the Taihang Mountains, but the sky is blind with snow....
　　I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook –
　　But I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun....
　　Journeying is hard,
　　Journeying is hard.
　　There are many turnings –
　　Which am I to follow?....
　　I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves
　　And set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.

　　海客谈瀛洲，烟涛微茫信难求。
　　越人语天姥，云霓明灭或可睹。
　　天姥连天向天横，势拔五岳掩赤城。
　　天台四万八千丈，对此欲倒东南倾。
　　我欲因之梦吴越，一夜飞渡镜湖月。
　　湖月照我影，送我至剡溪。
　　谢公宿处今尚在，渌水荡漾清猿啼。
　　脚著谢公屐，身登青云梯。
　　半壁见海日，空中闻天鸡。
　　千岩万壑路不定，迷花倚石忽已暝。
　　熊咆龙吟殷岩泉，慄深林兮惊层巅。
　　云青青兮欲雨，水澹澹兮生烟。
　　列缺霹雳，丘峦崩摧。
　　洞天石扉，訇然中开。
　　青冥浩荡不见底，日月照耀金银台。
　　霓为衣兮风为马，云之君兮纷纷而来下。
　　虎鼓瑟兮鸾回车，仙之人兮列如麻。
　　忽魂悸以魄动，怳惊起而长嗟。
　　惟觉时之枕席，失向来之烟霞。
　　世间行乐亦如此，古来万事东流水。
　　别君去兮何时还，且放白鹿青崖间，须行即骑访名山。
　　安能摧眉折腰事权贵，使我不得开心颜!

　　A seafaring visitor will talk about Japan,
　　Which waters and mists conceal beyond approach;
　　But Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain,
　　Still seen through its varying deeps of cloud.
　　In a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven,
　　Tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China
　　With the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range,
　　Which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.
　　...My heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh
　　And they cross Mirror Lake all night in the moon.
　　And the moon lights my shadow
　　And me to Yan River –
　　With the hermitage of Xie still there
　　And the monkeys calling clearly over ripples of green water.
　　I wear his pegged boots
　　Up a ladder of blue cloud,
　　Sunny ocean half-way,
　　Holy cock-crow in space,
　　Myriad peaks and more valleys and nowhere a road.
　　Flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends.
　　Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river,
　　Startle the forest and make the heights tremble.
　　Clouds darken with darkness of rain,
　　Streams pale with pallor of mist.
　　The Gods of Thunder and Lightning
　　Shatter the whole range.
　　The stone gate breaks asunder
　　Venting in the pit of heaven,
　　An impenetrable shadow.
　　...But now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace,
　　And, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind,
　　Come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one,
　　With tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers.
　　Row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures.
　　I move, my soul goes flying,
　　I wake with a long sigh,
　　My pillow and my matting
　　Are the lost clouds I was in.
　　...And this is the way it always is with human joy:
　　Ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east.
　　And so I take my leave of you, not knowing for how long.
　　...But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer
　　And ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you.
　　Oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office
　　Who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face!

　　弃我去者昨日之日不可留，
　　乱我心者今日之日多烦忧。
　　长风万里送秋雁，对此可以酣高楼。
　　蓬莱文章建安骨，中间小谢又清发。
　　俱怀逸兴壮思飞，欲上青天揽明月。
　　抽刀断水水更流，举杯销愁愁更愁。
　　人生在世不称意，明朝散发弄扁舟。

　　Since yesterday had to throw me and bolt,
　　Today has hurt my heart even more.
　　The autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort
　　As I face them from this villa, drinking my wine.
　　The bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven,
　　And I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side.
　　We both are exalted to distant thought,
　　Aspiring to the sky and the bright moon.
　　But since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords,
　　And sorrows return, though we drown them with wine,
　　Since the world can in no way answer our craving,
　　I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.

　　卢家少妇郁金堂，海燕双栖玳瑁梁。
　　九月寒玷催木叶，十年征戍忆辽阳。
　　白狼河北音书断，丹凤城南秋夜长。
　　谁为含愁独不见，更教明月照流黄！

　　A girl of the Lu clan who lives in Golden-Wood Hall,
　　Where swallows perch in pairs on beams of tortoiseshell,
　　Hears the washing-mallets' cold beat shake the leaves down.
　　...The Liaoyang expedition will be gone ten years,
　　And messages are lost in the White Wolf River.
　　...Here in the City of the Red Phoenix autumn nights are long,
　　Where one who is heart-sick to see beyond seeing,
　　Sees only moonlight on the yellow-silk wave of her loom.

　　前不见古人，後不见来者。
　　念天地之悠悠，独怆然而涕下。

　　By Chen Zi'ang
　　
　　Witness not the sages of the past,
　　Perceive not the wise of the future,
　　
　　Reflecting on heaven and earth eternal,
　　Tears flowing down I lament in loneliness.
　　
　　
　　Another version:
　　ON A GATE-TOWER AT YUZHOU
　　
　　Where, before me, are the ages that have gone?
　　And where, behind me, are the coming generations?
　　I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end,
　　And I am all alone and my tears fall down.