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Ever since I move here
to live the way immortals do,
clusters of flowers abound all around,
so planting is something I’ve never done.
The bushes in the yard
make hangers for my clothes;
the fresh spring by my sitting place
is a flowing cup of wine.
The balustrade fades into a path
through the deep bamboo;
my silken dress is surrounded
by books in disarray.
Leisurely boarding a pleasure boat,
I sing poems to the moon,
Trusting in the gentle breeze
to blow me back to home.
（Bannie Chow, Thomas Cleary 译）
Living in the Summer Mountains
Yü Hsüan-chi
I have moved to this home of Immortals.
Wild shrubs bloom everywhere.
In the front garden, trees
Spread their branches for clothes racks.
I sit on a mat and float wine cups
In the cool spring.
Beyond the window railing
A hidden path leads away
Into the dense bamboo grove.
In a gauze dress
I read among my disordered
Piles of books.
I take a leisurely ride
In the painted boat,
And chant poems to the moon.
I drift at ease, for I know
The soft wind will blow me home.
（Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung 译）
Living in the Mountains in Summer
Yu Xuanji
I’ve moved and now I live up here
where gods could make their homes
the shrubs and thickets mix and bloom –
nobody had to plant them
the little tree in the courtyard
is where I hang my laundry
all the wine I can drink
from this mountain spring I sit by
my winds and my hallways
go deep through the bamboo trail
I use my silky clothes
to wrap up heaps of scattered books
rowing out idly in my decorated boat
chanting poems to the radiant moon
and the light breeze blows and blows –
I can trust it to bring me back.
（David Young and Jiann I. Lin 译）
summer in the mountains
Yu Xuanji
living in this place of celestials
you don’t need to bother to plant
flowers just grow
I hang my washing on the tree in the courtyard
I sit by the river, let the cup float along
outside the window a deep bamboo path
books wrapped in damask
sail a pleasure-boat in my free time
recite a poem for the bright moon
a breeze will blow me home
（Christopher Kelen, Hilda Tam, Song Zijiang, Iris Fan, and Carol Ting 译）
