Under The Moon

by Li Po

Under The Moon 

Under the crescent moon's faint glow

The washerman's bat resounds afar,

And the autumn breeze sighs tenderly.

But my heart has gone to the Tartar war,

To bleak Kansuh and the steppes of snow,

Calling my husband back to me. 

Moon Over Mountain Pass 

A bright moon rising above Tian Shan Mountain,

Lost in a vast ocean of clouds.

The long wind, across thousands upon thousands of miles,

Blows past the Jade-gate Pass.

The army of Han has gone down the Baiteng Road,

As the barbarian hordes probe at Qinghai Bay.

It is known that from the battlefield

Few ever live to return.

Men at Garrison look on the border scene,

Home thoughts deepen sorrow on their faces.

In the towered chambers tonight,

Ceaseless are the women's sighs. 

Summer In The Mountains 

Gently I stir a white feather fan,

With open shirt sitting in a green wood.

I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;

A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.