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Latest revision as of 14:27, 24 September 2012

Author: by Cynis Li'yu


Description: A book of poems composed on themes of pleasure and loss.


Contents:


Outside the Curtains the Rain is Murmuring

Outside the curtains the rain is murmering,

And spring is waning,

Silk bedding cannot resist the fifth watch cold.

While in my dream, I forget I am a guest,

And covet pleasure!

I should not lean alone on these railings,

The land is unlimited;

It's easy to part- to meet again is hard.

Spring's gone like blossom fallen on flowing water,

My paradise too!


The Wind Returns; My Little Courtyard is Green and Overgrown

The wind returns; my little courtyard is green and overgrown,

The willows seem to have grown again this spring.

I lean for a long time on the railings; alone, without a word,

The sound of bamboo and the new moon are just like in days gone by.

The playing and singing have not yet ceased; the wine cups remain,

The ice on top of the pool begins to melt.

Bright candles and a faint fragrance are deep in the painted hall,

It's hard to think I must allow my temples all to turn white.


The East Wind Blows Over the Water

The east wind blows over the water, the sun sits by the hill,

Though spring has come, the idleness persists.

Fallen blossom is scattered amid wine and tinkling pendants by the rail,

She listens to playing and singing in a drunken daze.

The pendants are now silent, her evening wear undone,

For what man's sake is she to dress her hair?

Her fair appearance too will pass as time slips by,

At dusk, she leans alone upon the railing.


My Idle Dreams Go Far

My idle dreams roam far,

To the southern land where spring is fragrant.

Wind and strings play on a boat on the river's clear surface,

The city is full of insects flying like light dust.

People are occupied admiring the flowers.

My idle dreams roam far,

To the southern land where autumn is clear.

For a thousand miles over rivers and hills cold colours stretch far,

Deep in flowering reeds, a solitary boat is moored.

Beneath the bright moon, a flute plays in the tower.


Light Mist Envelopes the Dim Moon

Light mist envelopes the dim moon and bright flowers,

A perfect night to go to her darling's side.

In stocking soles, she treads the fragrant steps,

And carries in one hand her gold threaded shoes.

They meet by the south side of the painted hall,

And trembling fall into each other's arms.

"It's hard for me to creep out like a servant,

To teach my darling the recklessness of love."


Last Night the Wind and Rain Together Blew

Last night the wind and rain together blew,

The wall-curtains rustled in their autumn song.

The candle died, the water-clock was exhausted,

I rose and sat, but could not be at peace.

Man's affairs are like the flow of floodwater,

A life is just like floating in a dream.

I should more often go drunken through the country,

For otherwise I could not bear to live.


Gazing at the South

How many tears

Criss-cross your cheeks and run across your face!

Don't try to speak when worry makes you weep,

Nor play the flute when it will bring your tears,

Or surely then your heart will break.


Beneath the Moon, Before the Steps

Beneath the moon, before the steps, all cherry blossom has fallen,

Enwreathed in smoke, she looks sorrowful lying in bed.

She feels the same regret today as one long year ago.

Both braids like cloud in disarray, her face is wan and sallow,

The crimson corset wet from wiping tears.

But what's the reason why she suffers so?

She lies in a drunken dream before the window.


A Heavenly Woman

All are silent as she sleeps by day in the painted hall.

Her glossy hair is spread like cloud on the pillow,

Her embroidered clothes bear a wondrous fragrance.

I secretly come and slide the pearl lock back,

She's startled from her dream behind the silver screen.

Her smiling face is overflowing with bliss,

We gaze at each other with unbounded love.