Confessional
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
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
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
Clouds bring back to mind her dress, the flowers her face
Winds of spring caress the rail where sparkling dew-drops cluster
If you cannot see her by the jewelled mountain top,
Maybe on the moonlit Jasper Terrance you will meet her
To drown the ancient sorrows,we drank a hundred jugs of winethere in the beautiful night
We couldn't go to bed with the moon so bright
The finally the wine overcame usand we lay down on the empty mountain—the earth for a pillow,and a bla...
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 ...
The old gardens of Kusu Terraceare a wilderness, yet the willowsthat remain still put out new branches;lasses gathering water chestnutssing so loudly and with suchclarity, that the feeling of springreturns to us; but where once stoodthe palace of ...
See how the Yellow River's water move out of heaven
Entering the ocean,never to return
See how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers,
Though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow
As the two of us drinktogether, while mountainflowers blossom beside, wedown one cup after the otheruntil I am drunk and sleepyso that you better go
Tomorrow if you feel like itdo come and bring your lutealong with you
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
Amongst the grandeur of Hua ShanI climb to the Flower Peak,and fancy I see fairies and immortalscarrying lotus in theirsacred white hands, robes flowingthey fly filling the sky with colouras they rise to the palace of heaven,inviting me to go to t...
I love Master Meng
Free as a flowing breeze,
He is
Throughout the world