sexta-feira, 24 de Outubro de 2008

  • Meng Haoran
    ON CLIMBING ORCHID MOUNTAIN IN THE AUTUMN TO ZHANG

On a northern peak among white clouds
You have found your hermitage of peace;
And now, as I climb this mountain to see you,
High with the wildgeese flies my heart.

The quiet dusk might seem a little sad
If this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear;
I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers
Resting on the sand till the ferry returns;

There are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses
And against the river's rim an island like the moon
I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine -
And we'll celebrate together the Mountain Holiday.

  • Imagem: Ancient Sculpture, Angkor, Cambodia

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