Jia Dao Poems

Under pines
I ask the boy;
he says: 'My master's gone
to gather herbs.
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I have heard
there has arrived in Yangzhou
an old friend
Playing the flute.
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Massed mountains tower in the cold light,
A simple study facing this sight.
Shooting stars penetrate sparse trees,
The moon saunters toward recoiling mist.
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Zhōngyè wù zì qǐ,
Jí cǐ bǎi chǐ quān.
Línmù hán báilù,
Xīngdǒu zài qīng tiān.
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Under the pines
I ask the boy;
he says: 'My Master's gone
to gather herbs.
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Below the pines I ask the boy
He says his master had gone to find herbs
He's somewhere on this mountain
But the clouds are too thick to know where
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Wénshuō dào Yángzhōu,
Chuixiāo yǒu jiù yóu.
Rén lái duō bù jiàn,
Mòshì shàng mílóu.
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In the middle of the night,
I suddenly rise;
draw water from
the high falls.
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Yi Xī céng liúsù,
Zhōngnán yáo luò shí.
Gū dēng gāng shě yǎn,
Cán qìng xuě fēng chuī.
Shù lǎo yīn hán zhé,
Quán shēn chū jǐng chí.
Shūyōng qǐ yǒu shì,
Duō shī shàngfang qī.
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Yōushēn zú mù chán,
Jīngjué shí chuáng mián.
Pùbù wǔ qiān rèn,
Cǎotáng pùbù biān.
Tán sōng juān dī lù,
Yuè yuè jué liáo Tiān.
Hè guò jūn xū kàn,
Shàng tóu yīngyǒu xiān.
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