To th Tune of Su mu zhe
Blue cloudy sky
Yellow leave ground
Under cold blue mist.
Hills cathch the setting sun, sky and water emerge.
Unfeeling, fragrant grasses grow
On and on past the setting sun.
Unhappy homesick soul
Obsessed with travel cares—
Night brings no relief
Except when pleasant dreams prolong the sleep.
Don’t look out alone when the moon shines—
The wine in your melancholy heart
Will turn to tears of longing.
To the Tune of Ti yin deng
By Fan Zhongyan
Last night I was reading the Chronicle of the Shu
And laughed at Cao Cao, Sun Quan, Liu Bei.
They tried every stratagem,
Used up their heart’s strength,
And all any one got was a third of the country.
Tote it up on your finger, reflect—
Was it worth one drink with Liu Ling?
Human life never lasts a hundred years.
Young, you are too foolish;
Old, you get decrepit.
There’s only few good years in between.
How can you stand to tie them to any empty them?
The highest rank, a thousand of gold—
Ask your white hair,
Can it make them retreat?