"Song of the Collator's Sword in the Spring Bureau

Elder, inside your casket
     is three feet of water.
This sword once plunged
     into Wu Lake and beheaded a dragon
A slash of brightest moonlight
     shaves the cold dew.
A white-breasted seabird
     tempered into a white pheasant's tail.
Truly this is a sliver
     of Ching-Ko's heart!
Do not let it shine on
     the characters in the Spring Bureau.
Twisted strands of coiling gold
     hang from the hilt.
The sword's brilliant shine
     can sunder an Indigo Field jade.
Draw, and the White King
     of the west will quake--
wailing and wailing, his demon
     mother in the autumn wilds."

--Li Ho (790-816),
translated by Arthur Sze in The Silk Dragon

"Flying Light

Flying light, flying light--

I urge you to drink a cup of wine.

I do not know the height of blue heaven

or the extent of yellow earth.

I only sense the moon's cold,

sun's burn, sear us.

Eat bear, and you'll grow fat;

eat frog, and you'll waste away.

Where is the Spirit Lady?

And where the Great Unity?

East of the sky is the Jo tree:

underneath, a dragon, torch in mouth.

I will cut off the dragon's feet

and chew the dragon's flesh:

then morning will never return

and evening cannot bend.

Old men will not die

nor young men weep.

Why then swallow yellow gold

or gulp white jad?

Who is Jen Hung-tzu

riding a white ass through the clouds?

Liu Ch'e, in Mao-ling tomb, is just a heap of bones.

And Ying Cheng rots in his catalpa coffin,

wasting all that abalone."

--Li Ho (790-816)

translated by Arthur Sze in The Silk Dragon