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The Robe of Gold Thread
I urge you not to prize the robe of gold thread; I urge you to prize instead the years of youth. When a flower opens and can be picked, pick it at once; do not wait until, with no flowers left, you break a bare branch.
金缕衣
Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
A meditation on memory as a legal reckoning in which old losses are counted again and friendship restores what grief consumed.
十四行诗第三十首：当静思开庭
Written on a Rainy Night to the North
You ask when I will return; no date is set. Night rain in the Ba Mountains swells the autumn pools. When shall we trim a candle together by the western window and speak again of this night of rain in the Ba Mountains?
夜雨寄北
Chang'e
On the mica screen the candle's shadow deepens; the River of Heaven sinks lower, the dawn star goes down. Chang'e must regret having stolen the elixir— green sea, blue sky, and night after night that heart.
嫦娥
Mooring for the Night on the Jiande River
I move the boat and moor by a misted sandbar; the sun sets, and a traveler's sorrow is new again. The plain is wide, the sky hangs below the trees; the river is clear, and the moon comes close to a person.
宿建德江
Constant Dripping Wears Away Stone
persistence can overcome great difficulty
水滴石穿
River Snow
Across a thousand mountains, no bird is in flight; on ten thousand paths, no human trace remains. In a lone boat, an old man in straw cape and hat fishes alone in the snow on the cold river.
江雪
Mooring on the Qinhuai
Mist wraps the cold water, moonlight wraps the sand; at night I moor on the Qinhuai, close by the wine houses. The singing women do not know the grief of a fallen state; across the water they are still singing 'Flowers of the Rear Courtyard.'
泊秦淮
Deer Enclosure
On the empty mountain no one is seen, yet the sound of human voices carries. Returning light enters the deep wood and shines once more on the green moss.
鹿柴