Down the blue mountain in the evening, Moonlight was my homeward escort.
Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon To bring me my shadow and make us three.
When shall I reach the top and hold All mountains in a single glance?
The brook was pure in its mountain source, But away from the mountain its waters darken.
There were waters to cross, they were wild and tossing; If you fell, there were dragons and rivermonsters.
And northward there lie, in five graveyards, Calm forever under dewy green grass,
The bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven In an infinite haze of cloud and sea,
And the wind, that has come a thousand miles, Beats at the Jade Pass battlements....
Is like a spring gale, come up in the night,
Blowing open the petals of ten thousand peartrees.
...I turn and see the waves moving as from heaven, And clouds above the cliffs coming idly, one by one.
If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, And the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing.
That we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, And to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree."
Yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, Still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar.
We are both unhappy --to the sky's end.
We meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?
...As autumn ends in the grey sand, with the grasses all withered, The few surviving watchers by the lonely wall at sunset,
A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the spring mountains,
And the peach-trees on both banks lead him to an ancient source.
Such height would be hard going for even a yellow crane, So pity the poor monkeys who have only paws to use.
With the highest crag barely a foot below heaven. Dry pines hang, head down, from the face of the cliffs,
Heaven is high, earth wide; bitter between them flies my sorrow. Can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain?
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves And set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
Since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed!
Spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!
The moon, grown full now over the sea, Brightening the whole of heaven,
And yet, while China holds our friendship, And heaven remains our neighbourhood,
Of white cloud and red cloud dawning from the sea, Of spring in the wild-plum and river-willow....
...Night now yields to a sea of sun, And the old year melts in freshets.
Here birds are alive with mountain-light,
And the mind of man touches peace in a pool,
Where the mountains end and the plains begin And the river winds through wilderness....
And I feel no change though the mountain darken And cloudy autumn heaps the sky.
Where petals have been shed like tears And lonely birds have sung their grief.