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Translated by Professor Xu Yuan Zhong. Please do not archive the
translations of the poems in the following postings.

Any corrections are welcome.

Thanks.

Xiaofu


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Lu You

The Garden of Shen
Tune: "Phonenix Hairpin"

Pink hands so fine,
Gold-branded wine,
Spring paints the willows green palace walls can't confine.
East wind unfair,
Happy times rare.
In my heart sad thoughts throng;
We've severed for years long.
Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring is as green,
In vain she's lean,
Her kerchief soaked with tears and red with stains unclean.
Peach blossoms fall
Near deserted hall.
Our oath is still there. Lo!
No word to her can go.
No, no, no!.





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Lu You

Ode to The Mume Blossom

Tune: "Sone of Divication"

Beside the broken bridge and outside the post hall
A flower is blooming forlorn.
Saddened by her solitude at nightfall,
By wind and rain she's further torn.

Let other flowers their envy pour.
To spring she lays no claim.
Fallen in mud and ground to dust, she seems no more,
But her fragrance is still the same.


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Lu You

A Fisherman
Tune: "Immortal at the Magpie Brigde"

A fishing rod in wind and in moonlight,
A cloak of straw against the mist and rain,
I make my home west of the Fishing Site.*
>From selling fish near the city gate I refrain.
How would I dare
Go the the Fair?

My boat out goes
When the tide flows;
I tie my cables up when I see it subside;
I go home singing loudly at low tide.
People compare me wrongly to a hermit of fame;
I'm jist a fisherman without a name.

*The place where Yan Guang fished as hermit of fame in the first
century.


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Lu You

On Hearing the Cuckoo at Night

Tune: "Immortal at the Magpie Bridge"

Under the thatched eaves all's still at night;
By the straw window flickers candlelight,
While wind and rain o'erspread the river in late spring.
Nor orioles nor swallows in their nests will sing,
But I hear cuckoos' cry*
Oft rend the moonlit sky.

Urging clear tears to stream
And starting me from lonely dream,
Away to a deep-hidden branch they fly.
Even in native hills I could not stand their song,
Let alone after my life drifting along.

*The cuckoo seems to cry in Chinese: "Better go home!"



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Lu You

Regret

Tune: "Telling of Innermost Feeling"

Alone I went a thousand miles long, long ago
To serve in the army at the frontier.
Now to the fortress town in dreams I could not go,
Outworn my sable coat of cavalier.

The foe not beaten back,
My hair no longer black,
My tears have flowed in vain.
Who could have thought that in this life I  would remain
With a mountain-high aim
But an old mortal frame!


