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Translated by Professor Xu Yuan Zhong. Please do not
archive the translations.

Thanks.

Xiaofu


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Zhou Bangyan

Mume Blossoms in Snow

Tune: "Buddhist Dancers"

The Milky-Way-like river winds from bend to bend;
Cranes fly o'er pure green waves with which wild ducks blend.
Where's the returning boat of my dear one?
>From riverside tower I see but the setting sun.

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If he uprolls the curtain in his bower,
He'd pity the cold riverside tower.

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Zhou Bangyan

Reminiscence

Tune: "Auspicious Dragon Chant"

Along the treet to Mansions green
Some twigs of faded mumes can still be seen
And peach trees try to put forth blossoms sweet.
So quiet are the houses on the street;
The swallows seeking rest
Come back to their old nest.

I stand still, lost in thought of you,
So young, so fond, who came
To peep through cracks between the door and its frame.
At dawn, just thinly powdered in the yellow hue,
Against the wind you tried to hide
Yor face in sleeves, giggling aside.

I who once came now come again;
Neighboring horses still remain,
Where I saw you sing and dance then.
Only the Autumn Belle of yore
Enjoys a fair fame as before.
Trying my pen, I write a poem new.
Can I forget the old one writ for you?
If I but knew
Who is drinking with you in a garden of pleasure,
Or strolling now with you east of the town at leisure!
The past is gone
With lonely swan.
I seek for spring
Only to find past sorrow lingering.
The willows bend with their leaves painted gold;
I come away as it is late and cold.
The poolside drizzle grieves.
Back to the heartbreaking courtyard,
I see a scenery willowdown weaves
As wind blows hard.

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Zhou Bangyan

The Willow

Tune: "Sovereign of Wine"

A row of willows shades the riverside,
Their long, long swaying twigs have dyed
The mist in green.
How many times have the ancient Dyke seen
The lovers part while wafting willowdown
And drooping twigs caress the stream along the town!
I come and climb up high
To gaze at my homeland with longing eye.
Oh, who could understand
Why should a weary traveller here stand?
Along the shady way,
>From year to year, from day to day.
How many branches have been broken*
To keep dear memories awoken?

Where are the traces of my begone days?
Again I drink to doleful lays
In parting feast by lantern light
When pear blossoms announce the season clear and bright.
Oh, slow down, wind that speeds my boat like arrow-head;
Pole of bamboo half immersed in warm stream!
Oh, post on post
Is left behind when I turn my head.
My love** is lost,
Still gazing as if in a dream.

How sad and drear!
The farther I'm away,
The heavier on my mind my grief will weigh.
Gradually winds the river clear;
Deserted is pier on pier.
The setting sun sheds here and there its parting ray.
I will remember long
The moonlit bower visited hand in hand with you,
And the flute's plaintive song
Heard on the bridge bespangled with dew.
Lost in the past now like a dream.
My tears fall silently in stream.

*The Chinese had the custom of breaking off a willow branch and
presenting it to the departing friend.


