Cooing And Wooing
By riverside are cooing
A pair of turtledoves;
A good young man is wooing
A fair maiden he loves.
Water flows left and right
Of cress long here, short there;
The youth yearns day and night
For the good maiden fair.
His yearning grows so strong,
He can not fall asleep,
But tosses all night long,
So deep in love, so deep!
Now gather left and right
Cress long or short and tender!
Lute, play music bright
For the bride sweet and slender!
Feast friends at left and right
On cress cooked till tender!
O bells and drums, delight！
The bride so sweet and slender!
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,
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.
how can such lovesickness be driven away?
Prom eyebrows kept apart
Again it gnaws my heart.
On the Plain of Tombs
At dusk my heart is filled with glooms;
I drive my cab to ancient tomb.
The setting sun seems so sublime.
But it is near its dying time.
Over old trees wreathed with rotten vines fly evening crows;
Under a small bridge near a cottage a stream flows;
On ancient road in the west wind a lean horse goes.
Westward declines the sun;
Far, far from home is the heartbroken one.