On the Stork Tower
The Sun along the mountain bows;
The Yellow River seawards flows。
You will enjoy a grander sight,
By climbing to a greater height.
A Twig of Mume Blossoms
Fragrant lotus blooms fade, autumn chills mat of jade.
My silk robe doffed, I float.
Alone in orchid boat.
Who in the cloud would bring me letters in brocade?
When swans come back in flight,
My bower is steeped in moonlight.
As fallen flowers drift and water runs its way,
One longing leaves no traces.
But overflows two places.
O how can such lovesickness be driven away?
Prom eyebrows kept apart
Again it gnaws my heart.
Calming the Waves
Listen not to the rain beating against the tress.
Why don’t you slowly walk and chant at ease?
Better than saddled horse I like sandals and cane.
O I would fain.
Spend a straw-cloaked life in mist and rain.
Drunken, I’m sobered by vernal wind and shrill.
And rather chill.
In front I see the slanting sun atop the hill;
Turning my head, I see the dreary beaten track.
Let me go back!
Impervious to wind, rain or shine, I’ll have my will.