Han Yu A POEM ON THE STONE DRUMS Chang handed me this tracing, from the stone drums, Beseeching me to write a poem on the stone drums. Du Fu has gone. Li Bai is dead. What can my poor talent do for the stone drums? …When the Zhou power waned and China was bubbling, Emperor … Read moreWhat can my poor
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
Han Yu ON THE FESTIVAL OF THE MOON TO SUB-OFFICIAL ZHANG The fine clouds have opened and the River of Stars is gone, A clear wind blows across the sky, and the moon widens its wave, The sand is smooth, the water still, no sound and no shadow, As I offer you a cup of … Read moreThe fine clouds have opened and the River of Stars is gone
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.
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.
Du Fu A LETTER TO CENSOR HAN I am sad. My thoughts are in Youzhou. I would hurry there-but I am sick in bed. …Beauty would be facing me across the autumn waters. Oh, to wash my feet in Lake Dongting and see at its eight corners Wildgeese flying high, sun and moon both white, … Read moreWildgeese flying high, sun and moon both white,
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
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
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
Liu Zongyuan DWELLING BY A STREAM I had so long been troubled by official hat and robe That I am glad to be an exile here in this wild southland. I am a neighbour now of planters and reapers. I am a guest of the mountains and woods. I plough in the morning, turning dewy … Read moreThat I am glad to be an exile here in this wild southland