Extended Washing Creek Sand: Lotus Fragrance Fades
Li Jing
The lotus fragrance is spent, the green leaves withered; the west wind stirs grief among the green waves. With the passing season, I too grow haggard—too painful to behold.
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Li Jing: Ci Poems
Read 2 ci poems with pinyin and English translations. Notes record textual variants and differing attributions where relevant.
Extended Washing Creek Sand: Rolling Up the Pearl Blind
Li Jing
I roll with my own hand the pearl blind up onto the jade hook; as of old, the grief of spring locks the tiered tower. The petals falling in the wind — who is their master? My thoughts drift on and on.