Heaven Clean Sand (Autumn)

Heaven Clean Sand (Autumn)
Poet Bai Pu 1226-1306 (Yuan Dynasty)

Lonesome village, setting sun, scarce rosy clouds,
Light rising smokes, old trees, and jackdaws.
A tiny shadow of flying swan,
Green mountains and blue water,
Pallid grass, red leaves, and yellow flowers.

Note:
Many Chinese ancient poets are painters, writers, musicians, and dramatists….
Mr. Bai Pu was one of them lived the era of Yuan dynasty. This poem was also a song, that the poet composed these characters in a rhythm of song, put them in an order of painting, and gave a listener a melody, a picture, and an eternal beautiful and sad place to dwell. Too bad, he did not write travel essay:-) I could not make the English translate sounds in rhythm, but still the picture strikes a soul that the autumn arrives, thru a painting of words to echo one’s feeling.


[越调]天净沙 (秋)
白朴. 元

孤村落日残霞，
轻烟老树寒鸦。
一点飞鸿影下，
青山绿水，
白草红叶黄花。

Three Tang Love Songs

Bamboo Branch Style Ci Poem
Tang Poet Liu Yuxi
Translated by Laijon Liu

The peach flower over that hill they bloom.
The spring river circles the hill she flows.
The redness of the flower fades as your love,
Only the water flows endlessly as my sorrow.

山桃红花满上头，
蜀江春水拍山流。
花红易衰似郎意,
水流无限似侬愁。
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Bamboo Branch Style Ci Poem
Tang Poet Liu Yuxi
Translated by Laijon Liu

The willows are green and the river quietly flows,
I hear your love song crosses the river sung.
Sun rises from east to meet the rain of west,
Please tell me it’s rainy or bright?

杨柳青青江水平，
闻郎江上唱歌声。
东边日出西边雨，
道是无晴还有晴。

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Wave Washes Sand Style Ci Poem
Tang Poet Bai Juyi
Translated by Laijon Liu

See, the river, the lake, and the water of sea,
How shall I compare your love to my heart?
I hate to see that the tide keeps its promise,
But lovesickness aches deeper than the sea.

借问江湖与海水，
何似君情与妾心。
相恨不如潮有信，
相思始觉海非深。

我从未见过到荒原

我从未见过到荒原
艾米丽.迪肯森 (美国1830-1886)
刘垒钟译

我从未见到过荒原.
我从未见到过大海-
但我却知道那石南花的色泽
还有那澎湃的巨浪.

我从未跟上帝聊过,
也没有游历过天堂-
但我确信我所在的位置
好像那航图已放在了我的手上-

I Never Saw a Moor
Emily Dickinson

I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea-
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven-
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given-