孟郊诗

Poems of Meng Jiao


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喷玉布

Furls of Jade Cloth


去尘咫尺步
山笑康乐岩
天开紫石屏
泉缕明月帘

Dust rises from my footsteps as
Mountains smile above peaceful cliffs.
Heaven opens above screens of purple rock
And veils of moonlit mist rise from the streams.

仙凝刻削迹
灵绽云霞纤
悦闻若有待
瞥见终无厌

Where immortals gather we exploit their traces
And divinity is revealed as red clouds part.
It's as if good news is right around the corner,
Glimpses of an end without taint of evil.

俗玩讵能近
道嬉方可淹
踏着不死机
欲归多浮嫌

How can we enter into simple happiness,
Immerse ourselves in ways of joy?
Or walk where death has no occasion,
Desiring to return from superfuous thought?

古醉今忽醒
今求古仍潜
古今相共失
语默两难恬

Those enthralled by the past suddenly awaken.
Present is demanding, past remains submerged.
Past and present, neither is sufficient.
Speech or silence, both threaten our peace.

赠君喷玉布
一濯高崭崭

I send you these furls of jade cloth,
Washed clean upon these mountian heights.

-- 孟郊


废话

I try to imagine a poet of our present age writing such a poem. Or conceiving such a title of a poem. And I cannot.


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