李白 听蜀僧浚弹琴
 
蜀僧抱绿绮，西下峨眉峰。为我一挥手，如听万壑松。 
客心洗流水，余响入霜钟。不觉碧山暮，秋云暗几重。
 
 
Listen to a Sichuan Monk Playing Stringed Instrument

By LI Bai
Translated by YU Lan 

According scholars' research, LI Bai wrote this poem when he was in Xuancheng in the current Anhui Province. He frequented this town in the last decade of his life and wrote many poems related to the place. Faraway from his hometown, he once met a fellow countryman, a monk, and listened to his music.

With fine instrument sits the Sichuan monk
Who's from west, where rises the Emei Mount
Strumming the strings, his fingers bring out sounds
Of pine trees that in many vales rebound
Like waters the sound rinses clean my heart 
To frosty bells the fading notes depart
Dusk comes undetected in the green hill
Darkening autumn clouds that the sky fill

李白  渡荆门送别
 
渡远荆门外，来从楚国游。山随平野尽，江入大荒流。
月下飞天镜，云生结海楼。仍怜故乡水，万里送行舟。
 
Farewell to Mount Jingmen

By LI Bai
Translated by YU Lan

LI Bai wrote this poem around 724 AD when he left his homeland Sichuan for the first time to tour the lower reaches of the Changjiang River.

A journey from the Mount Jingmen
To the far land of old state Chu
Mounts retreat as expands the plain
Wilderness the river flows through
The moon descends like a mirror
The clouds rise to form a mirage
I love more this homeland river
My companion on this voyage

李白 長相思

美人在時花滿堂，美人去後空餘牀。牀中繡被卷不寢，至今三載猶聞香。
香亦竟不滅，人亦竟不來。相思黃葉落，白露點青苔。

To An Absent Beauty
By LI Bai
Translated by YU Lan

When you were here flowers filled up the hall,
When you are gone, it's empty, the bed and all.
The embroidered quilts are there in bed in vain
Three years after your scents still remain

Your scents still here remain,
But there's no date for your return  
Falling leaves makes me miss you
Clear dew drops wet the moss green

Note: LI Bai wrote three poems, of which this is the third one, to recall a loved one who was not at his side after he was demoted to serve his official duty somewhere else other than the capital city.
李白 江上吟

木兰之枻沙棠舟，玉箫金管坐两头。美酒樽中置千斛，载妓随波任去留。
仙人有待乘黄鹤，海客无心随白鸥。屈平辞赋悬日月，楚王台榭空山丘。
兴酣落笔摇五岳，诗成笑傲凌沧洲。功名富贵若长在，汉水亦应西北流。

A Song on the River

By LI Bai
Translated by YU Lan

A fine boat with fine oars
Flutes and pipes aft and fore
Much to drink in the wine vessel
I drift with call girls off the shore
The yellow crane's for the immortal's mind
To follow sea gulls I am not the kind
Qu Yuan's poems shine like the the sun and the moon
Kings' palaces become barren knolls soon
Inspired, I hold my mountain-shaking brush
My poems bring rivers and oceans to a blush
Should fame and fortune last forever
Would flow backward the Han River.

Note: Scholars stipulated that LI Bai wrote this poem when touring the current Wuhan around the year 734 or 759. At that time, he was not an official favored by the court. The frustrations in his career led him to indulge in pleasure seeking. In this poem, he expressed his doubt about fame and fortune and the idea of immortality as embodied in the legend of an immortal flying away on a yellow crane from the Yellow Crane Tower on the south bank of the Changjiang River at Wuhan.

About Li Bai:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Li_Bai

于岚 / YU LAN

于岚，笔名方壶斋，毕业于外国语学院，曾在该院及另一学院任教，后出国。现在在美国从事对外汉语教学。在国内时，发表过若干讨论翻译问题的论文， 参与编写翻译教材两种，独立出版翻译教材一种。担任过大学本科的翻译课教学。业余爱好散文，诗歌创作和翻译。

Yu Lan, aka Fang Huzhai, graduated from a Foreign Language Institute and taught English, including translation, in that institute and in another Institute of Foreign Languages. Now he is teaching Chinese as Foreign Language in the United States. While in China, he published several papers on topics of translation, co-authored two textbooks of English-Chinese translation, and published a textbook of English-Chinese translation in his own name. His hobbies include writing and translating prose and poetry.




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深羡你出家人一尘不染, 诵经卷参神佛何等清闲.
我今日只落得飞鸿失伴, 孤零零惨凄凄夜伴愁眠.
倒不如出家断绝尘念, 随师傅同修道, 也免得狂徒摧残,
到来生身列仙班

I admire you, a hermit free of catching dirt and dust
Devoted to sutra and Buddha, how relaxed you are
Today I am a lone goose without my companion
Sad and lonely every night, deep sorrow I sleep in
Better to be a nun to cut off my worldly desires
To study scriptures with you to ward off the evil guy
This way I will be among immortals when I die





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河满子•怅念婵娟不见。毛熙震体

方壶斋

怅念婵娟不见，总啼佳丽难寻。暮阳霞美孤独看，望穿秋水寒心。渐老惊知招厌，盼休能把诗吟。

人世何来永久，众生皆似林禽。风云生变都四散，莫提终日来临。云里看花虚幻，夜阑真切禅音。

Sadly I often miss fine things
And cry over the absence of beauty
The brilliant setting sun I watch alone
The autumn waters freeze my heart
Getting old I see how others detest me
And wish for retirement in poetry

Human world has no eternity
All the beings are birds in the tree
They scatter as weather changes suddenly
More so when apocalypse they see
Flowers in the clouds are but fantasy
Deep at night, only Zen shows reality