Li Po

A slip of the moon hangs over the capital;
Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;
And the autumn wind is blowing my heart For ever and ever toward the Jade Pass
Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered,

When first my hair began to cover my forehead,
I picked and played with flowers before the gate
You came riding on a bamboo horse,
And circled the walkway, playing with green plums

The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing thrushes the green boughs droop

There was wine in a cup of goldand a girl of fifteen from Wu,her eyebrows painted darkand with slippers of red brocade
If her conversation was poor,how beautifully she could sing
Together we dined and drankuntil she settled in my arms

When I was a boy I called the moon awhite plate of jade, sometimes it lookedlike a great mirror hanging in the sky,first came the two legs of the fairyand the cassia tree, but for whom the rabbitkept on pounding medical herbs,
Ijust could not...

As down Mount Emerald at eve I came, The mountain moon went all the way with me
Backward I looked, to see the heights aflame With a pale light that glimmered eerily
A little lad undid the rustic latch As hand in hand your cottage we did ...

I came here a wandererthinking of home,remembering my far away Ch'ang-an
And then, from deep in Yellow Crane Pavillion,
I heard a beautiful bamboo fluteplay "Falling Plum Blossoms
"It was late spring in a city by the river