The Jade Mountain
Ma Tai
戴 馬
AN AUTUMN COTTAGE AT PA-SHANG
After the shower at Pa-shang,I see an evening line of wildgeese,The limp-hanging leaves of a foreign tree,A lantern's cold gleam, lonely in the night,An empty garden, white with dew,The ruined wall of a neighbouring monastery.. . . I have taken my ease here long enough.What am I waiting for, I wonder.
THOUGHTS OF OLD TIME ON THE CHU RIVER
A cold light shines on the gathering dew,As sunset fades beyond the southern mountains;Trees echo with monkeys on the banks of Lake Tung-t'ing,Where somebody is moving in an orchid-wood boat.Marsh-lands are swollen wide with the moon,While torrents are bent to the mountains' will;And the vanished Queens of the Clouds leave meSad with autumn all night long.
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