Tag Archives: Chinese Poet

After Lunch – Bai Juyi

After eating lunch, I feel so sleepy. Waking later, I sip two bowls of tea, then notice shadows aslant, the sun already low in the southwest again. Joyful people resent fleeting days. Sad ones can’t bear the slow yers. It’s … Continue reading

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Poem – To Govern

To govern simply by statute and to maintain order by means of penalties is to render the people evasive and devoid of a sense of shame.

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Poem – The Master Said

The Master said, ‘It is by the Odes that the mind is aroused.’ It is by the Rules of Propriety that the character is established. ‘It is from Music that the finish is received.’ The Master said, ‘The people may … Continue reading

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Poem – The King Goes To War

The wild geese fly the bushy oaks around, With clamor loud. Suh-suh their wings resound, As for their feet poor resting-place is found. The King’s affairs admit of no delay. Our millet still unsown, we haste away. No food is … Continue reading

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Poem – Lament For Three Brothers

They flit about, the yellow birds, And rest upon the jujubes find. Who buried were in duke Muh’s grave, Alive to awful death consigned? ‘Mong brothers three, who met that fate, ‘Twas sad the first, Yen-seih to see. He stood … Continue reading

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Poem – The Generous Nephew

I escorted my uncle to Tsin, Till the Wei we crossed on the way. Then I gave as I left For his carriage a gift Four steeds, and each steed was a bay. I escorted my uncle to Tsin, And … Continue reading

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Poem – A Festal Ode

With sounds of happiness the deer Browse on the celery of the meads. A nobler feast is furnished here, With guests renowned for noble deeds. The lutes are struck; the organ blows, Till all its tongues in movement heave. Each … Continue reading

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