CHINA
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283. Porcelain Pavilion
Amidst the waters of a man-made lake,
A porcelain pavilion rises high.
The way to it is lead by jasper bridge
That's cambered like a tiger's back.
And that pavilion houses friends tonight,
They are attired for the holidays;
The dragon patterns on their chalices,
They glitter with the warmed-up wine.
Friends turn from chatting their happy chats
To jotting down their happy songs;
They push off foreheads their yellow hats,
And roll up their yellow sleeves.
Transparent lake reflects so clearly
The bridge curved in as if the jasper moon,
And friends who gathered at this hour
See their reflections upside down.
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284. Moon over the sea
The moon relinquished sharp-edge cliffs at sea line,
And with transparent gold: the waters shine;
On board of their pointed boat, this evening
The friends enjoy their heated glass of wine.
When looking at the clouds passing swiftly
Through the reflection of the moonlight post;
Some of the friends will find those clouds closely
Resembling the holy women's ghosts.
Another group imagine those clouds
As heaven bound souls of pious men;
The third of friends insist without doubts,
The clouds resemble caravan of swans.
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285. The reflection of mountains
How happy my heart is, how buoyant,
On my boat so tiny and light,
I am sailing the ripples and light
All day long and from dusk till the dawning.
Love to watch the reflection of cliffs
On the surface of transparent seas.
Like a beast's heart -- mine pounded loud,
There were so many pains in the past,
It desired so many things Now --
No desire to look at the vast
Love to watch the reflection of cliffs
On the surface of transparent seas.
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286. Nature
How tranquil is this little mountain lake
It's filled with water like a cup
Bamboo looks just like little houses
And trees above -- a sea of roofs.
Yet cliffs are sharp, encroached like pagodas
Among the flowers they rise
Eternal nature always learns from us --
That makes my heart and soul rejoice.
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287. The road
I stared at the unfolding road,
Beneath the shadow of grand oaks, --
Such a familiar old road,
Surrounded by flower fence.
The evening fog starts slowly setting,
Uneasy sadness brings me tears,
When every pebble on this road
Seems so familiar and dear.
Why would I ever take the road --
It will not bring me to the place
Where air gets stifled in my throat --
The house where my beloved lives.
When she was born, her feet were strangled
They put them in the iron gyves.
And she grew up to be a stranger
To shady roads' calling vibes.
When she was born, her heart was strangled
They put it in the iron gyves.
And she, who's been my heart's desire,
Will never be my dear wife.
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288. THREE WIVES OF A MANDARIN
Lawful wife
There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate that's served is nests of the swallows.
Since the birth of time, the legal spouse
Is respected by her mandarin-husband.
Concubine
There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate is served -- duck: fat and heavy;
Should a mandarin be deprived of children -
Concubine is needed for a mandarin.
Maid
There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate is served - preserves and marmalade.
Why the two of you are in his house?
Every night a new woman he desires.
Mandarin
There is no more wine left in the chalice,
And the plate that's served is hot red pepper.
Silence! O you: bunch of silly blabbers,
Dare you laughing at the poor old mandarin.
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289. HAPPINESS
My sailing boat, crafted of redwood, is swift,
My flute is carved out of jasper.
With water a stain is removed from the silk,
With wine -- the worries and heartache.
And if you're the owner of swift little boat,
The wine and a beautiful woman
What else can you ask for? In every respect,
To heavenly gods you are equal.
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290. UNION
The moon climbs graciously the evening heavens,
And there affectionately rests her beauty.
The evening breeze is canvassing the lakeshore,
To spread the kisses to the happy water.
Oh, how heavenly would be a union
Of people who are destined for each other.
Yet those who are destined for each other
Can rarely, alas, enjoy their union.
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291. WANDERER
Wanderer, far from his homeland,
You are poor and you are alone,
For the time, deprived of listening
To the music of mother tongue.
Yet here nature is so magnificent,
That you're not entirely lost.
Singing birds on the trees around you --
Would you call it a foreign tongue?
Only listening to the autumn flute,
The cicadas iridescent chime;
Only noticing of the dragon-shape
Big white clouds up in the skies, --
You'll embrace what you have inherited --
The eternal sadness and pain.
In your dreams, you'll sail away back home
With your eyes shielded from the sun.
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292. POET
I heard from the garden a woman singing,
But I I gazed at the moon.
My thoughts never wondered about that woman --
Since I fell in love with the moon.
No stranger am I to the beautiful goddess --
I do sense her gaze in return.
And neither tree branches or bats in the darkness
Will ever conceal me from her.
She likes her reflection in eyes of the poets,
Who have long forgotten their wives.
They look like the glittering scales of the dragons -
The hallowed bards of the seas.
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293. HOME
The merciless fire devoured
The house of my childhood games.
I needed to overcome sorrow,
And sailed on the golden-mast boat.
I played on my beautiful flute to
The high rising moon in the sky.
The moon, by my singing, got saddened,
And covered herself with a cloud.
Then I turned my eyes to the mountain,
But had no more songs on my mind.
It seemed: all the joys of my childhood
Were burned in the flames of my home.
I wished in despair for the refuge
That water could offer to me.
A sudden reflection of a woman
Slid by like the one of the moon.
And should she sincerely desire
And should the moon kindly approve
I'm willing to build a new house
In th' woman's mysterious heart.
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INDOCHINA
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294. ANNAM
Look at the moon in the midst of
Vastly magnificent sky bed;
Hear the young winds among bamboo;
Feel the air -- heavy with fragrance.
Families always are blessed!
While parents rest in the grove,
Drinking green tea, reading poems,
House's alive with commotion:
Children are busy with homework
Wishing the newborn won't cry.
If you enjoy this lifestyle,
You will achieve true fulfillment.
Why strive for fame and money
When you believe that your children's
Life must be longer than yours.
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295. Young girls
Girls are enchanted by rupee's tails
They bear an image of firebirds;
The girls leave behind their parents' home,
Follow the Frenchmen obediently.
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296. Children song
Why is that quinsy's mouth red like fire?
Isn't it because it's chewing betel?
Let the new fiance of my father
Hurry up so they can meet each other
He'll extend to her a hearty welcome,
Welcome her with rice, he will not hit her.
It's my mother who will poke her eyes out,
She will rip the guts out of her stomach.
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297. Laos
Dear girl, your cheeks are soft and tender,
And your breasts, like little hills, are slender,
Fall in love with me and from this instance
We will never live apart in distance.
My piragua, we will board together,
And the wind will set our sail untethered.
Should you wish to ride an elephant, dear,
I will be your loyal karnak there.
Should you turn into the moon one evening,
I'll become a cloud so to be near you.
Should you be liana of the jungle
I will turn into a bird or a monkey.
On the mountain peak you climb, my dear,
Looking into the abyss with awe and fear
Even if they put my feet in irons,
I will climb that peak despite all tyrants.
Yet my skills are useless for tomorrow
I am destined for a bitter sorrow.
You don't love me; so I soon start perish
Like a bull deprived of juicy daisies.
With no single kiss that I could cherish
On that cheek of yours so fresh and rosy.
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298. KHA
Beautiful lassies, we are you now?
You who don't answer me anymore
You who forgot all about me;
Left me behind -- now my weakened voice
Wakes up the echo in vain.
Have you been eaten by angry beasts?
Or by your lovers you're being kept?
Go on, answer me dearest,
I fell in love with you and I came
Down to meet with you here.
I caught a glimpse of you naked when
You were bathing in a clear lake.
And I came down thinking not
Of who you are -- daughters of the moon
I -- who am black robin's son.
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211. THEATER
All of us -- righteous and sinners,
Out of jail, from the altars
All of us -- just funny actors
In the theater of the Creator.
God the Lord chairing the throne,
Merrily follows the show
Brightly on his sumptuous gown
Sparkles and golden stars glow.
Oh, how easy and pleasant
Is the empyrean stage box !
Mary the Virgin is content,
Finds the libretto engaging:
-- Hamlet? He has to be pallid.
Cain should be more audacious...
Audience heed to angelic
Shiny victorious trumpets.
God leaning forward is prying,
He is caught up in the drama
Pity if Cain is crying,
Hamlet will have blissful moments!
That goes against His intentions!
So to guard losses and ailments,
God will entrust the production
Into the hands of a disabled.
Now the pain's shooting higher
Cunningly webbing and freely,
Those who choose to retire,
Are castigated severely.
Tortures grow out of proportion
Fear and dismay -- even greater
What if continues the action
In the theater of the Creator.
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