Happiness is yet to come— From low I grasp the light To embrace the empty sky, But no moon or stars tonight. Translation of an anonymous Chinese poem
Read MoreSending Off Xing
Fate is a sword that swings by chance—I wonder where my brothers have gone.Wiping these tears that wet my sleeves,I comb my hair like a silken lawn.The earth is vulgar, vast, and wild,But Heaven is far, like the distant dawn.For who is spared from sickness …
Read MoreReturning to the Xuandu Temple
Hundreds of acres—this garden is covered with moss;Peach flowers now cauliflowers, filling to the end.Where did the monk who tended this soil go?Once I was young and now I’m back here again. Original in Chinese
Read MoreCutting Wood
How to cut wood? It’s hard without an axe. How to find a wife? It’s hard without a go-between. Cutting wood… cutting wood… The rule’s pretty clear: To find a girl You need a lot of gifts. Translated from an anonymous poem …
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