Yang Pan Er
Author: Bai Li(AD701-AD762, Tang Dynasty)
Translator: Lei Fan 2017 in Chicago
You sing a lover’s song, the name is Yang Pan Er,
I raise the cup, filled with fine wine from Xin Feng.
Where is the place your heart lingers,
Next to the willow trees where the song of crows can be heard.
The crows hide and chirp happily in the poplar flowers, in their nests,
You are inebriated, so why don’t you stay at my place.
Eaglewood incense is burning in the Bo Shan censer,
Two clouds of smoke are curling up, confluence into one.