AUTUMN RIVER SONG
ON THE BROAD REACH
BY LI T'AI-PO
In the clear green water—the shimmering moon.
In the moonlight—white herons flying.
A young man hears a girl plucking water-chestnuts;
They paddle home together through the night, singing.
VISITING THE TAOIST PRIEST ON THE MOUNTAIN WHICH UPHOLDS HEAVEN.
HE IS ABSENT
BY LI T'AI-PO
A dog,
A dog barking.
And the sound of rushing water.
How dark and rich the peach-flowers after the rain.
Every now and then, between the trees, I see deer.
Twelve o'clock, but I hear no bell in the ravine.
Wild bamboos slit the blue-green of a cloudy sky,
The waterfall hangs against the jade-green peak.
There is no one to tell me where he has gone.
I lean against the pine-trees grieving.