秋入蛮蕉风半裂，

　　狼籍池塘，

　　雨打疏荷折。

　　绕砌声芳草歇，

　　愁肠学尽丁香结。

　　回首西南看晚月，

　　孤雁来时，

　　塞管声呜咽。

　　历历前欢无处说，

　　关山何日休离别。

　　To “Ch’üeh T’a Chih” (III)

　　FengYen-ssu

　　Autumnhas come to banana leaves, blown now half to shreds;

　　Tatteredand torn, the ponds and pools,

　　Whererain beats down and breaks off scattered lotus.

　　Aroundthe steps the cries of crickets die away in fragrant grass;

　　Myaching heart is knotted as hard as a new wisteria bud.

　　Iturn back toward the southwest and look at the evening moon;

　　Asolitary goose comes flying over:

　　Moaningand sobbing, the sound of frontier flutes.

　　Oneafter another, the old pleasures, nowhere to be enjoyed;

　　Whenwill these towering mountains cease to keep us far apart?