To the Tune of Qiu Bo Mei
Lu You
Translated from the Chinese by Shangyang Fang
秋波媚·七月十六日晚登高兴亭望长安南山
陆游

秋到边城角声哀,  烽火照高台。
悲歌击筑,  凭高酹酒,  此兴悠哉!

多情谁似南山月,  特地暮云开。
灞桥烟柳,  曲江池馆,  应待人来。


Gazing afar at the Capital on July Sixteenth
To the Tune “Qiu Bo Mei: Soft Glances”
Lu You, 1125–1210, Southern Song Dynasty

Autumn has reached the villages on the frontier.
The bugle whimpers. The beacon towers are lit.
Enemies are coming. The soldiers are strumming
the Zhu zither, singing a death song. Wine is poured
in libation for the dead to keep the dead from
returning to us. The moon over the southern hills
pushes open the evening clouds. We turn back
to look at the willows enveloped in cooking smoke,
the known alleyways and pavilions beside Qu river
in the capital. They’ve almost forgotten our faces.
from the journal ALASKA QUARTERLY REVIEW
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