Not speak alone up west tower moon like sickle
Quiet lonely wutong deep courtyard lock clear autumn
Cut not sever mind still disorder is parting sorrow
Separate is just like taste in heart head
I climb the western tower in silence, the moon like a sickle.
Clear autumn is locked in the deep courtyard, where a wutong tree stands lonely.
Sorrowful parting has cut, but not severed our ties; my mind is still wild.
Separation is just like a taste in head and heart.
Last night wind together rain
Curtain curtain sough autumn song
Candle die water-clock exhausted often oh
Rise sit not able calm
Human affairs everywhere like flow water
Consider come a dream float life
Drunk country road sure should often go
This outside not able continue
Last night the wind and rain together blew,
The wall-curtains rustled in their autumn song.
The candle died, the water-clock was exhausted,
I rose and sat, but could not be at peace.
Man’s affairs are like the flow of floodwater,
A life is just like floating in a dream.
I should more often go drunken through the country,
For otherwise I could not bear to live.
Entering Yellow Stream and Hearing an Ape
Liu Zongyuan
入黄溪闻猿
柳宗元 〔唐代〕
溪路千里曲，哀猿何处鸣。
孤臣泪已尽，虚作断肠声。
Stream road 1000 li bend
Sorrow ape somewhere call
Lonely servant tears already exhausted
Empty do break bowels sound
The road and stream bend for a thousand li,
Sorrowfully, an ape somewhere calls.
The lonely servant’s tears are now exhausted,
The heartbreaking sound is in vain.
Thousand hill bird flight cut
Ten thousand path person trace end
Lonely boat big straw hat old man
Alone fish cold river snow
A thousand hills, but no birds in flight,
Ten thousand paths, with no person’s tracks.
A lonely boat, a straw-hatted old man,
Fishing alone in the cold river snow.
Tip autumn frost dew heavy
Morning rise go secluded valley
Yellow leaves cover stream bridge
Waste village only ancient tree
Cold flower sparse quiet all
Secluded stream little cut resume
Plan heart long already forget
What thing startle David’s deer
The end of autumn- there’s heavy frost and dew;
At dawn, I rise and go to the hidden valley.
Yellow leaves cover the stream and bridge,
In the empty village, just ancient trees.
Cold flowers are scattered, each alone,
The hidden stream breaks off, and reappears.
My own heart’s plans are long forgotten now,
What can it be that startles the deer?
Chicken crow three sound sky almost bright
Someone row rice bowl with tea bottle
Common people still fear hurry plough early
Self pull wicker window look morning star
The cock crows three times; the sky is almost light.
Someone’s lined up bowls of rice, along with flasks of tea.
Anxiously, the peasants rush to start the ploughing early,
I pull aside the willow shutter and gaze at the morning stars.
First marry become husband wife
At now seventeen years
Mutual look still not enough
What situation be great loss
My temples already most white
This body rather period complete
End at together share cave
Not die tear flow flow
When we two first became husband and wife
Was seventeen years ago today.
We couldn’t look at each other enough,
What loss could compare to this?
Already, my temples are mostly white,
I’d rather my body had finished its time.
In the end, we’ll share a tomb;
Still not dead, I weep and weep.
Self have 5 white cat
Rat not invade my books
Today morning 5 white die
Sacrifice with rice and fish
See off it at middle river
Incantation you not you neglect
Before you bite one rat
Hold in mouth cry around yard remove
Want cause crowd rat frightened
Thought will clear my cottage
From board boat come
Boat in together room live
Dry grain although its thin
Evade eat drip steal from
This real you have industriousness
Have industriousness surpass chicken pig
Ordinary person stress spur horse drive
Say not like horse donkey
Already finish not again discuss
For you somewhat cry
When I had my Five White cat,
The rats did not invade my books.
This morning Five White died,
I sacrifice with rice and fish.
I see you off in the middle of the river,
I chant for you: I won’t neglect you.
Once when you’d bitten a rat,
You took it crying round the yard.
You wanted to scare all the rats,
So as to make my cottage clean.
Since we came on board this boat,
On the boat we’ve shared a room.
Although the grain is dry and scarce,
I eat not fearing piss or theft.
That’s because of your hard work,
Harder working than chickens or pigs.
People stress their mighty steeds,
Saying nothing’s like a horse or ass.
Enough- I’m not going to argue,
But cry for you a little.
From you return my home
Not ever sick of poor
Night reach every to midnight
Morning rice immediately after noon
Ten day nine eat pickle
One day possible have dried meat
East west eighteen years
Mutual with together sweet bitter
Set period hundred years love
How expect one evening go
Still remember limit reach time
Hold me not can speak
This body today although survive
End at together be earth
After you came back to my home,
You never complained that we were poor.
Up till midnight every night,
We had our breakfast after noon.
Nine or ten days eating pickles,
Then one day we’d have dried meat.
East and west for eighteen years,
Together we shared both bitter and sweet.
Expecting a hundred years of love,
How could I know you’d go one evening?
I still remember that last hour,
You held me, but you could not speak.
Although this body yet survives,
Finally we’ll be dust together.
Lamp blue person already asleep
Hungry rat little out hole
Stir upset plate cup make noise
Startle din dream stop
Only worry table inkstone hit
Again fear shelf book gnaw
Silly boy effect cat call
This plan really already stupid
The lamp is blue, the men are all asleep,
Hungry rats start to emerge from a hole.
The noise of tumbling cups and plates is loud,
I’m startled by the noise: my dream is ended.
I worry they’ll knock the inkstone from the table,
I’m frightened that they’ll gnaw the books on the shelf.
My silly boy tries to miaow like a cat:
That’s a really daft idea.
STUDY IN CHINA GLOBAL (SCG)
