Two Poems of Herman Hesse (1877-1962)
Nobel laureate 1946 “for his inspired writings, which, while growing in boldness and penetration, exemplify the classical humanitarian ideals and high qualities of style.”
無題二首(1931.06.14) 
Two Untitled Poems Lu Xun
【一】
大江日夜向东流 聚义群雄又远游
六代绮罗成旧梦 石头城上月如钩
The Great Yangtze flows east day and night
Daring youngsters gather to go abroad for insight
The spirit of the Six Dynasty alive not in dreams
O’er this Rock City the crescent moon shines not dim Continue reading
《新年作》劉長卿(709-780)《Written on New Year’s Day》 Liu Changqing
鄉心新歲切 Approaching New Year’s Day my homesickness grows
天畔獨潸然 Tears are usual in this distant land as time unfolds
老至居人下 In old age I regret being under the commands of generals
春歸在客先 Spring recurs to my chance of going home remains unsettled
嶺猿同旦暮 How I loathe spending my days with only monkeys in sight
江柳共風煙 Amid winds and mists my only friends are willows at riverside
已似長沙傅 Captive like the prince’s teacher in the Capital
從今又幾年 How long will I be bound to this place how old
澹澹長江水 Quietly quietly the Yangtze flows
悠悠遠客情 Lingering parting grief grows
落花相與恨 Falling petals joining in sympathy
到地一無聲 Touching the ground mute to show empathy
《聽蜀僧濬弹琴》《登金陵鳳凰台》《夜下徵虜亭》《清平调词三首之一》
聽蜀僧濬弹琴 Listening to a Monk from Sichuan playing the Lute Continue reading
A Winter Dream by Kong Shiu Loon
I pine for her violin
For her flutes and tambourine
For her orchestration of greens
I hear warm velvet breezes
Distant hill hisses
Bird songs shaking trees
Overnight at Master Ye’s Lodge up the Mountain Meng Hao Ran(689-740) 江紹倫譯
夕陽度西嶺Lost behind the western peak the sun vanishes meek 
群壑倏已暝The valleys around suddenly become bleak
松月生夜涼A rising moon cools the pine trees the night is chill
風泉滿清聽The music of springs on wind’s wings has our ears filled
樵人歸欲盡Nearly all woodcutters have found their ways home
煙鳥棲初定Birds are safely roosted wherever in the brume
之子期宿來Hearing of your coming to spend the night here
孤琴候蘿徑Holding my zither I watch for you to appear
The clock’s minute-hand 
Trembles slowly to land
On never-never land
Reading on I pretend
With no man-made heating
The cold pages are not turned
Under my seat hide my hands
