Lu You: Laugh Not At The Peasants' Turbid, Un-Strained Home-Brew'd New Year Wine 從今若許閒乘月 拄杖無時夜叩門 Poem by Frank Yue

"Touring the Village West of the Mountain"
-by LU YOU(1125-1210）
-Translated by Frank C Yue

Laugh not at the peasants' turbid, un-strained home-brew'd New Year wine;
They'd slaughter chickens and pig for their guest when they have harvests fine.
Hill after hill, rill after rill -it seems the path leads to nowhere;
Beyond the shady willows, bright flow'rs, another village lies there.
With the playing of happy flutes and drums, everyone knows Spring's near;
The simple rustic dress and hats show old tradition still
lives here.
From now on, maybe by serene moonlight, I could come in in leisure;
Carrying my cane, I would knock on my friend's night door with pleasure.


(2013.09.12)


【遊山西村】南宋 • 陸游

莫笑農家臘酒渾，豐年留客足雞豚。
山重水複疑無路，柳暗花明又一村。
簫鼓追隨春社近，衣冠簡樸古風存。
從今若許閒乘月，拄杖無時夜叩門。