BY LI T'AI-PO
Fig-wood oars,A boat of the wood of the sand-pear.At either end,Jade flageolets and pipes of gold.Amidships,Jars of delectable wine,And ten thousand pintsPut by.A boat-load of singing-girlsFollowing the water ripples—Going,Stopping,Veering—The Immortal waited,Then mounted and rode the yellow crane.But he who is the guest of the sea has no such desire,Rather would he be followed by the white gulls.Thetzŭandfuof Ch'ü P'ing hang suspended like the sun and moon.The terraces and the pleasure-housesOf the Kings of Ch'uAre empty heaps of earth.I am drunk with wine.With the sweet taste of it;I am overflowed with the joy of it.When I take up my writing-brush,I could move the Five Peaks.When I have finished my poem,I laugh aloud in my arrogance.I rise to the country of the Immortals which lies in the middle of the sea.If fame followed the ways of the good official,If wealth and rank were long constant,Then indeed might the water of the Han River flow Northwest.
Fig-wood oars,A boat of the wood of the sand-pear.At either end,Jade flageolets and pipes of gold.Amidships,Jars of delectable wine,And ten thousand pintsPut by.A boat-load of singing-girlsFollowing the water ripples—Going,Stopping,Veering—The Immortal waited,Then mounted and rode the yellow crane.But he who is the guest of the sea has no such desire,Rather would he be followed by the white gulls.Thetzŭandfuof Ch'ü P'ing hang suspended like the sun and moon.The terraces and the pleasure-housesOf the Kings of Ch'uAre empty heaps of earth.I am drunk with wine.With the sweet taste of it;I am overflowed with the joy of it.When I take up my writing-brush,I could move the Five Peaks.When I have finished my poem,I laugh aloud in my arrogance.I rise to the country of the Immortals which lies in the middle of the sea.If fame followed the ways of the good official,If wealth and rank were long constant,Then indeed might the water of the Han River flow Northwest.
Fig-wood oars,A boat of the wood of the sand-pear.At either end,Jade flageolets and pipes of gold.
Fig-wood oars,
A boat of the wood of the sand-pear.
At either end,
Jade flageolets and pipes of gold.
Amidships,Jars of delectable wine,And ten thousand pintsPut by.
Amidships,
Jars of delectable wine,
And ten thousand pints
Put by.
A boat-load of singing-girlsFollowing the water ripples—Going,Stopping,Veering—
A boat-load of singing-girls
Following the water ripples—
Going,
Stopping,
Veering—
The Immortal waited,Then mounted and rode the yellow crane.But he who is the guest of the sea has no such desire,Rather would he be followed by the white gulls.
The Immortal waited,
Then mounted and rode the yellow crane.
But he who is the guest of the sea has no such desire,
Rather would he be followed by the white gulls.
Thetzŭandfuof Ch'ü P'ing hang suspended like the sun and moon.The terraces and the pleasure-housesOf the Kings of Ch'uAre empty heaps of earth.
Thetzŭandfuof Ch'ü P'ing hang suspended like the sun and moon.
The terraces and the pleasure-houses
Of the Kings of Ch'u
Are empty heaps of earth.
I am drunk with wine.With the sweet taste of it;I am overflowed with the joy of it.When I take up my writing-brush,I could move the Five Peaks.
I am drunk with wine.
With the sweet taste of it;
I am overflowed with the joy of it.
When I take up my writing-brush,
I could move the Five Peaks.
When I have finished my poem,I laugh aloud in my arrogance.I rise to the country of the Immortals which lies in the middle of the sea.If fame followed the ways of the good official,If wealth and rank were long constant,Then indeed might the water of the Han River flow Northwest.
When I have finished my poem,
I laugh aloud in my arrogance.
I rise to the country of the Immortals which lies in the middle of the sea.
If fame followed the ways of the good official,
If wealth and rank were long constant,
Then indeed might the water of the Han River flow Northwest.