Wuyi or Swallows' Lane
Beside the Zhuque Bridge wild flowers thickly grow,
Along the Wuyi Lane the sun is setting low.
Where once the swallows knew the mansions of the great,
They now to humbler homes would fly to nest and mate.
Thinking of My Garden in Chang'an on the Double Ninth Festival
I may exert myself to climb a mountain or hill,
But there's no one to supply me with wine.
I sorrow for the chrysanthemums in my own garden:
They must be blooming, but with the grim battlefield nearby.
Meeting Li Guinian in Jiangnan
I saw you very often in Prince Qi's mansion;
Many times I heard you sing in Cui the ninth's hall.
The scenery of Jiangnan is now most beautiful;
It's a pity that we should meet in a flower-falling season.
Here in Loyang City as I felt the Autumn wind,
I longed to write home, but my thoughts were countless.
I feared that in my haste I had not said all,
And, as the messenger made to go, I broke the seal again.
Early Spring in the Eastern Suburb
The signs of early spring attracts the poet's eye,
Ere willow's tender yellow turns to greenish dye.
Nor will he wait till tender shrubs in splendour blow,
For then, the crowd can also not the floral show.