AUTUMN
The lotus on the creek spreads fragrance far and nigh.
Above the green, green woods undulates hill on hill.
The autumn tints are lovely ’neath the Southern sky,
Clouds break, mist clears off, wind is still.
In silent night the icy moon will rise;
From dreams begin to wake my drunken eyes.
A lute of jade is not ashamed of its songs clear;
A new tune will be played for you to hear.
秋兴
溪面荷香粲粲，
林端远岫青青。
楚天秋色太多情，
云卷烟收风定。
夜静冰娥欲上，
梦回醉眼初醒。
玉瓶未耻有新声，
一曲请君来听。