Full Moon – Du Fu

Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon.
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
It scatters restless gold across the waves.
On mats, it shines richer than silken gauze.

Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars,
Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon
Spreading in my old garden . . . All light,
All ten thousand miles at once in its light!

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Morning Rain – Du Fu

A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.
I hear it among treetop leaves before mist
Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and,
Windblown, follows clouds away. Deepened

Colors grace thatch homes for a moment.
Flocks and herds of things wild glisten
Faintly. Then the scent of musk opens across
Half a mountain — and lingers on past noon.

Restless Night – Du Fu

As bamboo chill drifts into the bedroom,
Moonlight fills every corner of our
Garden. Heavy dew beads and trickles.
Stars suddenly there, sparse, next aren’t.

Fireflies in dark flight flash. Waking
Waterbirds begin calling, one to another.
All things caught between shield and sword,
All grief empty, the clear night passes.

Clouds – Christina Georgina Rossetti

White sheep, white sheep,
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops,
You all stand still.
When the wind blows,
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep,
Where do you go?

Remember – Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Water Floods – James K. Dyson

modern day in the shade

feels like hazy, blue, pouring rain

sitting under chipmunk filled trees

watching clouds and thinking about fleas

fleas are small but not as tiny

I am fine, but please, don’t mind me

growing tadpoles in the pond

just a patient, won’t take long

alcohol is in my blood

inject an overdose

when water floods

the find is dry

she lied again

I don’t know why?

I do know when.

Saat Surma Bolaucha Prem – Gorakh Pandey

आमा, म जोगीसँग जान्छु

शिरीषको रूखमुनि

भेटिएको थियो ऊ

उसको हातमा थियो फगत बाँसुरी एउटा

आँखामा थियो आकाशको सपना

पाउमा धुलो र घाउ

गाउँ-गाउँ

जंगल-जंगल

भौंतारिन्छ जोगी

मानौं, खोजिहिँड्छ गुमाएको प्रेम

बिर्सिएका याद र नामहरू

बाँसुरीको धुनमा समेट्दै

देख्नेबित्तिकै मैले मन पराएँ उसलाई

आमा, म जोगीसँग जान्छु

छैन उसको ठाउँ-ठेगाना

न छ जातपात

गाउँ र जंगलमा

वेदनाको राग गुञ्जाउँदै भौंतारिन्छ जोगी

के बह होला उसलाई, आमा

यो धर्तीमा उसले

कहिल्यै पाएन कि प्रेम ?

आमा, म जोगीसँग जान्छु

बिहेको दिन

मलाई लिन

आउनेछन् जन्ती

डोली, कलश, बाजागाजा लिएर

सुन्दर परिधानमा रवाफसाथ घोडामा सवार भएर

आउलान् दुलहा

मलाई नदेखेर उनीहरू रिसाए भने

संकोच नमान्नू, आमा

तिमीले धेरै सहेकी छौ

तिमीलाई थाहा छ-

स्त्रीको कलेजो कसरी पत्थर बन्छ

कसरी स्त्री

महलको खोपीमा सजाउनलायक

पत्थर बन्छे

म त हुँ हाडमासुकी स्त्री

हुन सक्दिनँ पत्थर

न हुन सक्छु बिक्रीको माल

तिमी सजाइदिनू डोली

राखिदिनू त्यसमा काठको पुतली

त्यसलाई घुम्टो पनि ओढाइदिनू

र, भनिदिनू उनीहरूलाई-

यही हो तिमीहरूकी दुलही !

म त जोगीसँग जान्छु, आमा

सुन, ऊ बाँसुरी बजाइरहेको छ

सात सुरमा मलाई बोलाइरहेको छ प्रेम

म कसरी उसलाई

नाइँ भन्न सक्छु ?

Source: http://annapurnapost.com/news/130900