The Temple of Bequeathed Love
Amusing myself with rocks, I sit peering into the valley;
searching for blossoms, I wander round and round the temple.
Again and again I hear the birds talking,
and everywhere there's a sound of fountains.
I wondered why the covers felt so cold,
and I saw how bright my window was.
Night far gone, I know the snow must be deep—
from time to time I hear the bamboo cracking.
The Tong Tree at Yunju Temple
Inside the courtyard of Yunju Temple
there stands an ancient Tong tree, tall
and green, in many leaves
shining brilliantly; already
fifty feet high, it continues to grow;
in the temple there lives a monk
ninety years old who shows not his age;
when he first planted the tree,
it was a tiny seed; it then grew into
a tender shoot as fine as a hair;
with nothing to protect it, and
independent of all things, it
grew up straight and tall;
you who live in this world
should be this way, raising
yourselves as straight and true
as this tree.
Song of General Zhao
Over the Tianshan the wind of the ninth month cuts like a sword,
South of the city the chill contracts hunting horses' pores.
The honourable general wins all races and bets
Till to him the Xiongnu chief's marten robe is lost.
"Bamboo Branch Song"
Red blossoms of mountain peach crowd the uplands,
spring waters of the Shu rivers buffet the mountains as they flow.
Crimson blossoms so quickly fading, like my lover's ardor;
flowing waters so endless, like the sorrow I feel.