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Qin Guan

The Double Seventh*

Tune: "Immortal at the Magpie Bridge"

Clouds float like works of art;
Stars shoot with grief at heart.
Across the Milky way the Cowherd meets the Maid.
When Autumn's Golden Wind embraces Dew of Jade,
All the love scenes on earth, however many, fade.

Their tender love flows like a stream;
This happy date seems but a dream.
How can they bear a separate homeward way?
If love between both sides can last for aye,
Why  need they stay together night and day?

*According to Chinese legend, the Cowherd and the Maid or the
Weaver,
two stars separated by the Milky Way, were to meet across a magpie
bridge once every year on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month.


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Qin Guan

The Riverside Revisited

Tune: "A Riverside Town"

West of the town the willows wave in wind of spring.
Thinking of our parting would bring
To my eyes ever-flowing tears.
I still remember the sympathetic tree
Which tied my returning boat for me.
By the red bridge in the green field we met that day,
But now my dear no longer appears,
Al though the water is still flowing away.

The youthful days once gone will never come again.
When will my endless sorrow end? O when?
While willow catkins fly with falling flowers,
I ascend the high towers.
E'en if my tears turn into a stream in May,
Still it can't carry all my grief away.


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Qin Guan

At an Inn of Chenzhou

Tune: "Treading on Grass"

The bowers lost in mist,
Dimmed ferry in moonlight,
Peach Blossom Land* ideal beyond the sight.
Shut up in lonely inn, can I bear the cold spring?
I hear at lengthening sunset homebound cuckoos sing.

Mume blossoms sent by friends
And letters brought by post,
Nostalgic thoughts uncounted assail me oft in host.
The lonely river flows around the longly hill.
Why should it southward flow, leaving me sad and ill?

*The Peach Blossom Land described by Tao Qian (365-427) was Utopia
for
Chinese literati.



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Qin Guan

Farewell

Tune: "Courtyard Full of Fragrance"

A belt of clouds girds mountains high
And withered grass spreads to the sky,
The painted horn at the watchtower blows.
Before my boat sails up,
Let's drink a farewell cup,
How many things do I recall in bygone days
All lost in mist and haze!
Beyond the setting sun I see but dots of crows
And that around a lonely village water flows.

I'd call to mind the soul-consuming hour
When I took off your perfume purse unseen
And loosened your silk girdle in your bower.
All this has merely won me in the Mansion Green*.
The name of fickle lover.
Now I'm a rover,
Oh, when can I see you again?
My tears are shed in vain;
In vain they wet my sleeves.
It grieves
My heart to find your bower out of sight;
It's lost at dusk in city light.

*The house where beautiful singing girls lived.

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Qin Guan

A Chance Meeting

Tune: "A Riverside Town"

Like northbound swan and southward-flying swallow fleet,
By chance we meet;
Sadly we greet.
We see no more dark hair and beaming face of then
But two old men.
Don't ask aobut the long, long years since we did part!
What  wrings the heart,
Keep it apart!

Draw from this vat rice wine we made in spring,
Every drop glistening.
There is no hurry. Fill our golden cup!
Having drunk up,
Like flowers fallen on the stream we go our way.
We'll meet someday,
But who knows where? The misty waves stretch far and nigh,
Cloudy the evening sky.


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Qin Guan

A Gloomy Vernal Morning

Tune: "Silk-Washing Stream"

A slight, slight cold pervades the little broidered bower.
The gloommy vernal morning's like an autumn hour.
On bedside painted screen thin mist veils running streams.

The thoughtless flowers fly at ease as light as dream;
Fine threads of boundless rain drizzle like tearful Sorrow.


