IN summer at the south pavilion thinking of xing

Posted by 123 on 2007/2/26 13:08:32

Meng Haoran
IN SUMMER AT THE SOUTH PAVILION
THINKING OF XING


The mountain-light suddenly fails in the west,
In the east from the lake the slow moon rises.
I loosen my hair to enjoy the evening coolness
And open my window and lie down in peace.
The wind brings me odours of lotuses,
And bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew....
I would take up my lute and I would play,
But, alas, who here would understand?
And so I think of you, old friend,
O troubler of my midnight dreams !

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http://www.wretch.cc/blog/joyceterry&article_id=4874853