A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop,
And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it.
With my comrades of the city who are here to see me off;
And as each of them drains his cup, I say to him in parting,
...
The forge-fire sets a glow in the heavens,
the hammer thunders, showering the smoke with sparks.
A ruddy smithy, the white face of the moon,
...
I took a small path leading
up a hill valley, finding there
a temple, its gate covered
with moss, and in front of
...
The lovely Lo Fo of the western land
Plucks mulberry leaves by the waterside.
Across the green boughs stretches out her white hand;
...
We climbed Yoyang Tower with
all the scene around coming
into vision; looking up the
Great River seeing boats turn
...
The living is a passing traveler;
The dead, a man come home.
One brief journey betwixt heaven and earth,
Then, alas! we are the same old dust of ten thousand ages.
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I love Master Meng.
Free as a flowing breeze,
He is famous
Throughout the world.
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A jade cup was broken because old age came
too soon to give fulfilment to hopes; after drinking
three cups of wine I wiped my sword and
started to dance under an autumn moon first
...
In what house, the jade flute that sends these dark notes drifting,
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