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Mama Mada
To The Tune Of Bodhisattiva Aliens
by Li Qingzhao
Soft breeses, mild sunshine, spring is still young.
The sudden change to light apparel
brightened my spirit.
But upon awakening from slumber, I felt the cilly air;
The plum flower withered in my hair.
Where can I call my native land?
Forget - I can not, except in wine when I drown my care.
Incense was lighted when I went to sleep;
Though the embers are now cold,
the warmth of wine still holds.
The cry of returning wild geese has stopped; evening clouds look azure.
Snow is falling outside the windows, smoke from the chimney rises
straight upward.
Under the candle-light glistens the phoenix hairpin,
On which the man-shaped ornament is light.
The sounding horn announces the approach of daybreak;
Stars are driven back by the light of early dawn.
It is difficult to enjoy spring flowers.
The west wind is still too cold.
Drinking In The Mountains
by Li Po
Mountain flowers open in our faces.
You and I are triply lost in wine.
I’m drunk, my friend, sleepy. Rise and go.
With your dawn lute, return, if you wish, and stay.
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