The five Holy Mountains have the rank of the Three Dukes

Han Yu STOPPING AT A TEMPLE ON HENG MOUNTAIN I INSCRIBE THIS POEM IN THE GATE-TOWER The five Holy Mountains have the rank of the Three Dukes. The other four make a ring, with the Song Mountain midmost. To this one, in the fire-ruled south, where evil signs are rife, Heaven gave divine power, ordaining … Read moreThe five Holy Mountains have the rank of the Three Dukes

When the top of Zun is green and the summer tide is rising.

  Yuan Jie A DRINKING SONG AT STONE-FISH LAKE I have used grain from the public fields, for distilling wine. After my office hours I have the wine loaded on a boat and then I seat my friends on the bank of the lake. The little wine-boats come to each of us and supply us … Read moreWhen the top of Zun is green and the summer tide is rising.

An audience like mountains lost among themselves.

Du Fu A SONG OF DAGGER-DANCING TO A GIRL-PUPIL OF LADY GONGSUN On the 19th of the Tenth-month in the second year of Dali, I saw, in the house of the Kueifu official Yuante, a girl named Li from Lingying dancing with a dagger. I admired her skill and asked who was her teacher. She … Read moreAn audience like mountains lost among themselves.

Letting wealth and fame drift by like clouds

Du Fu A SONG OF A PAINTING TO GENERAL CAO O General, descended from Wei’s Emperor Wu, You are nobler now than when a noble…. Conquerors and their velour perish, But masters of beauty live forever. …With your brush-work learned from Lady Wei And second only to Wang Xizhi’s, Faithful to your art, you know … Read moreLetting wealth and fame drift by like clouds

Throughout this dynasty no one had painted horses

Du Fu A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GENERAL CAO AT SECRETARY WEI FENG’S HOUSE Throughout this dynasty no one had painted horses Like the master-spirit, Prince Jiangdu — And then to General Cao through his thirty years of fame The world’s gaze turned, for royal steeds. He painted the late Emperor’s luminous white horse. … Read moreThroughout this dynasty no one had painted horses

Where, west of the Hill of Gold, the Tartar chieftain has halted

Cen Can A SONG OF WHEEL TOWER IN FAREWELL TO GENERAL FENG OF THE WESTERN EXPEDITION On Wheel Tower parapets night-bugles are blowing, Though the flag at the northern end hangs limp. Scouts, in the darkness, are passing Quli, Where, west of the Hill of Gold, the Tartar chieftain has halted We can see, from … Read moreWhere, west of the Hill of Gold, the Tartar chieftain has halted