Immortals at the Magpie Bridge (I)
The gentle breeze caresses the moon clear
On the way I used to go from year to year.
Who knows I’ve just passed my birthday?
Beside the bridge with lotus blooms once I did play,
Forgetting what day passed in vain.
I played the flute at dawn on the river,
My gown wet with dew would shiver.
I seemed to see fairy steps over all,
While my wife was waiting by window small,
Listening to the slanting rain.
Immortals at the Magpie Bridge (II)
Who blows celestial fragrance down
From misty Milky Way?
Who sheds divine light on my birthday?
I seem to see the Cowherd Star on the red shore,
Where moss grows as of yore.
But in the endless sky the moon is bright;
The dew is slight and the breeze light.
By riverside I stroll in lonely gown.
Where can I be carefree?
A dream of pear blossoms in tears haunts me.
The poet writes these two fantastic lyrics on his birthday.