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Subject: Fan Zhong Yan <Yu Jia Ao>
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Translated by Professor Xu Yuan Zhong. Please do not archive the
translations of the following postings.

Please correct it if there is any mistake.

Thanks.

Xiaofu


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Fan Zhongyan

Autumn of the Frontier

Tune: "Pride of Fishermen"

When autumn comes to the frontier, the scene looks drear;
Southboud wild geese won't stay
E'en for a day.
An uproar rises with horns blowing far and near.
Walled in by peaks, smoke rises straight
At sunset over isolate town with fastened gate.

I hold a cup of wine, yet home is far away;
The Northwest is not won; I'm obliged to stay.
At the flutes' doleful sound
Over frost-covered ground
None fall asleep;
The general' hair turns white and the soldiers weep.

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Fan Zhongyan

Lonely Night
Tune: "Walking on the Royal Street"

Withered leaves fall o'er fragrant steps shower by shower;
In night so still
The sound seems chill.
The beaded curtain rolled up shows an empty bower.
The sky is so serene,
The Silver River* hangs like Heaven's screen.
Each year this night,
In bright moonlight,
We are a thousand miles apart.

I can't get drunk for broken is my heart;
Before I drink, wine turns to tears.
I lean upon my pillow by flickering light,
Drowned in the grief of lonely night;
Such deep grief as appears
On the brows or the heart
Cannot be put apart.

*The Chinese name for the Milky Way.
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Fan Zhongyan

A Homesick Heart

Tune: "Screened by Southern Curtain"

Emerald clouds above
And yellow leaves below,
O'er autumn-tinted waves, cold, green mists grow.
The sun slants o'er the hills; the sky and waves seem one;
Unfeeling grass grows sweet beyond the setting sun.

A homesick heart
Lost in thoughts deep,
Only sweet dreams each night can retain me in sleep.
Don't lean alone on rails when the bright moon appears!
Wine in sad bowels would turn into nostalgic tears.


