To the Tune ‘ The Silk Washing Brook’
I cannot permit myself
To give way to too many cups of thick amber wine,
Or I will become so drunk
I will lose control of myself.
The first scattered bells
Are borne on the evening breeze.
Auspicious Dragon incense fades
Like my interrupted dream.
The delicate gold-bird hair pins
Fall from my tangled hair.
In the empty night
Face to face with a
Li Ch’ing-chao , Complete poems (tr Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung)
New Directions 1979.