Poems by Bai Juyi

Poems by Bai Juyi

Night Snow, by Bai Juyi

Startled at the cold stiffness of my pillow,
I see that the window is a sheet of pure white.
D...

After Collecting the Autumn Taxes, by Bai Juyi

From my high castle I look at the town below
Where the natives of Pa cluster like a swarm of fli...

Lodging with the Old Man of the Stream, by Bai Juyi

Men's hearts love gold and jade;
Men's mouths covet wine and flesh.
Not so the old man of the ...

Lazy Man's Song, by Bai Juyi

A.D. 811 I have got patronage, but am too lazy to use it;
I have got land, but am too lazy t...

In Early Summer Lodging in a Temple to Enjoy the Moonlight, by Bai Juyi

A.D. 805 In early summer, with two or three more
That were seeking fame in the city of Ch'ang-...

Illness and Idleness, by Bai Juyi

Illness and idleness give me much leisure.
What do I do with my leisure, when it comes?
I cann...

Hearing the Early Oriole, by Bai Juyi

When the sun rose I was still lying in bed;
An early oriole sang on the roof of my house.
For ...

The Grand Houses at Lo-yang, by Bai Juyi

By woods and water, whose houses are these
With high gates and wide-stretching lands?
From the...

Going Alone to Spend a Night at the Hsien-Yu Temple, by Bai Juyi

A.D. 806 The crane from the shore standing at the top of the steps;
The moon on the pool seen ...

Fishing in the Wei River, by Bai Juyi

A.D. 811 In waters still as a burnished mirror's face,
In the depths of Wei, carp and graylin...

Escorting Candidates to the Examination Hall, by Bai Juyi

At dawn I rode to escort the Doctors of Art;
In the eastern quarter the sky was still grey.
I ...

The Cranes, by Bai Juyi

The western wind has blown but a few days;
Yet the first leaf already flies from the bough.
On...

The Chrysanthemums in the Eastern Garden, by Bai Juyi

A.D. 812 The days of my youth left me long ago;
And now in their turn dwindle my years of prim...

The Beginning of Summer, by Bai Juyi

A.D. 815 At the rise of summer a hundred beasts and trees
Join in gladness that the season bids...

At the End of Spring, by Bai Juyi

To Yuan Chen [A.D. 810] The flower of the pear-tree gathers and turns to fruit;
The swallows' ...