Sep 9, 2021 • 2M

Amusing Myself / Ancient Air 39 / Autumn Air

by Li Bai

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Poems by Li Bai (701-762)

Amusing Myself

Facing my wine, I did not see the dusk,
Falling blossoms have filled the folds of my clothes.
Drunk, I rise and approach the moon in the stream,
Birds are far off, people too are few.

Ancient Air 39

I climb up high and look on the four seas,
Heaven and earth spreading out so far.
Frost blankets all the stuff of autumn,
The wind blows with the great desert's cold.
The eastward-flowing water is immense,
All the ten thousand things billow.
The white sun's passing brightness fades,
Floating clouds seem to have no end.
Swallows and sparrows nest in the wutong tree,
Yuan and luan birds perch among jujube thorns.
Now it's time to head on back again,
I flick my sword and sing Taking the Hard Road.

Autumn Air

The autumn air is clear,
The autumn moon is bright.
Fallen leaves gather and scatter, The jackdaw perches and starts anew.
We think of each other- when will we meet?
This hour, this night, my feelings are hard.