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Saturday, January 16, 2021

More Sayonara Inspirations

More inspiration from the theme song of “Sayonara”, a movie of a long time ago, starring Marlon Brando. I listened to the song unceasingly until I got what I wanted to express into words.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7BO5AEPFEQ&fbclid=IwAR149X4cwTQFP1MlXgQAPK7XQF38mNafXZiJrpYR8lFY2-h3i1AWLuewvcU

1 魂遊飛霞水月渡 High into the fiery clouds of sunset my soul had wandered and watched the moon crossing the river,
2 花淚徑繞雲烟路 Dew upon the on flowers, a meandering path journeying into enshrouded mists of forever.
3 曲盡琵琶仍未罷 The lute still in grasp but the melodies had ended,
4 秋去春來待朝暮 Autumn goeth, spring cometh, waiting from dawn till dusk of never.

5 嬋娟初起銀河絕 When the moon begins to rise, it will be the end of the Milky Way,
6 紅梅怒放青山老 Just as red plum blossoms raging burst forth in bloom, the green mountains had grown old.
7 雪落人間一遍寒 Snow descending on this mortal world and all is but a swath of cold,
8 無情東流顏色盜 Heartless is the river flowing east, stealing all colors away.

1 Another interpretation is crossing into the river towards the watery moon. However, this might be construed as a suicide by drowning.

2 Tears of flowers – dew. The first two lines talks of a journey, a new beginning of certainty and yet of uncertainty.

3-4 These last two lines speak of reluctance to say goodbye to things of old and longing of what the heart desired. The seasons come and go quickly but the hours of day seemed so slow.

5 嫦娥 can also be used but not as great for tonal effect.

6 Winter plum blossoms blooms best in the harshest cold. These lines speak of wrong timing; of being born in different eras etc.

7 This line ties with the first line since the author is already up in the heavens looking down

8 All Chinese rivers flow towards the east due to land geography.

Sunday, January 10, 2021



Sayonara - 辭別


 
Jogging on a cloudy and gloomy morning, I saw a gust of wind swirling up a bunch of leaves in dance… This poem was the result. 

春光花蝶盡無窮,
Flowers and butterflies, endless in time of spring,
宴席徘徊酒香濃  Pacing up and down, in amidst of banquet's aroma of wine.
忽見燈下闌珊處  Suddenly, espied under the quiet of the lights,
從此與君朝暮紅  From then onwards with thee, every dawn to dusk, a rosy time.

門前突來一陣風 A sudden wind came blowing at the doorstep,
吹散舊日雲烟夢 Dispersing all my dreams of yesteryears.
徑路不見行踪影 The garden path, nary a trace of footprints,
聲去無人難再逢 The sounds are gone, no one around, reuniting an impossibility.

However, two days later, at the same spot, the sun this time was shining warmly and the sky was blue. My spirit was very different and on thinking of the original poem, I felt that it was too sad. I wanted to have hope in the end. I tried to change the poem but could not find the inspiration to lift that dreary mood in the poem in that format. 

Perhaps it’s about time I should try my hand at lyrical format; of which I know nothing. In the end, whether I succeed or not, this poem is for myself, to challenge my brain to express what my heart wanted to say even if all the lyrical rules are broken. With the help of the song, “Sayonara”, I was happy with the result. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7BO5AEPFEQ&list=RDCziVmYd3TJE&index=6

春光蝶,                Springtime butterflies,
花艷盡無窮.        In endless exquisite blooms.
宴席徘徊酒香濃 Sludging through and through a party’s heavy bouquet of wine.

闌珊處,                 In a quiet place,
燈下影,                A shadow under the light,
欲語遲.                Hesitant. Words came too late.

飛來烏紗隔月矓. Along came a blustery thin silk black, hazily obscuring the moon.
緣近份無暗
恨生. Propinquity fated but bonds never connect, a hidden regret grew.

門前風,                 Doorstep wind,
掃清舊日夢.         Sweeping utterly all dreams of old.
陰差陽錯與眠同  Wandering in a slumberous daze.
微聲語,                 A murmuring heard.
看無跡,                 Saw no trace,
遂徑入.                 Into a path led.
朗停轉望見故人  Doven stopped. Body turned. Saw a face of old.
心興又恐在幻重 A heart leapt and yet… Afraid that once more in fantasy met.

Thursday, January 7, 2021



An Evening Walk on the Marina

The sunset was gorgeous.  I had to compose something but the theme eluded me until what I saw next - fire dancing in the ocean...


雲鎖西山紫霞烟 Clouds engulfing the Western Hills in fiery hues,
微波火海紅一遍 A sea of fire rippling in red all over.
夜漸熄滅林風到 The night slowly extinguishes, forest winds begin to rise,
莫待銀河水中天 Wait not for the Milky Way appearing in a watery world.

Thursday, January 7, 2021



Tuesday, January 5, 2021

First Poem of A Hopeful New Year - 2021


 
1 月落深谷五更時 When the moon descends into the valley deep, dawn will be breaking,
2 星稀沉醉誰欲醒 Sparse are the stars and drunkards chose not to wake.
3 昨夜春宵復今朝 Last night’s spring revelry to continue into the morning,
4 只在夢中未了情 For only in dreams, affairs yet to end. 

1 Literally, at the hour of the 5th watch.  Midnight is the third watch and a Chinese hour is equivalent to two western hours.  The time could thus be anywhere from 4am to 5am.

Sunday, January 3, 2021



Last Poem For a Pandemic Year of 2020

 
Doodling with my brush, eager to write something on the last day of a pandemic year.  Hopefully, next year will bring an end to all these madness.  

1月冷風寒寂寞齊 The cold moon, the frigid winds and loneliness are all here,
2燭影徘徊夜鶯啼 And the Candle flame pacing to and fro as the nightingale sang.
3沉香瀰漫孤雁語 Fragrance diffusing amidst the words of a lonely anser,
4莫負春夜此無題 Waste not this spring night and thus this untitled poem.

3 If translated as “goose” the thing conjured in an English reader’s mind is “a silly goose”. Ansers are flock migratory birds. Therefore, a single one flying means that it is lost from its flock and have to face all difficulties and hardships alone.

Wednesday, December 30, 2020



One Rainy Night

 
It was raining heavily and after a flurry of messages from friends that set me on the theme of this poem.  Also I had taken liberties from the Po Chu-i's Ballad of the Wandering Lute.

1 嘈切雨聲酒一壺 Loud pitter, soft pattering rain and a jug of wine,
2 殘光剪燭殷勤顧 Waning candlelight, the wick gingerly cut.
3 金屋無人守寂寥 Empty House of Gold, but loneliness to look after,
4 只是有朝顏色故 Only that one day, my colors would turn old.

5 影下重見舊日春 Under the shadows, springs bygone once more seen,
6 神武威凛昆明湖 Divine awe-inspired prowess on the Lake of Enlightened Descendants.
7 百鳥朝拜昭陽鳳 And a hundred birds swayed in respect to the Phoenix in the Palace of the Brilliant Sun,
8 可憐千金長門賦 Alas pity the Gate of Eternity Ballad of a thousand gold pieces.

3 – The House of Gold – Story of how Emperor Han Wu Ti was coached in answering his aunt when she asked if he would like to marry her daughter. He replied that if he is able to wed her, he would build her a house. This paved the way for the aunt – the favorite of the Empress Dowager to set him on the road to the throne.

4 – literally "face color" – the youthful bloom

6 – Not the lake in Yunnan. It is the largest artificial lake in China built for military purposes. The Emperor’s troops were defeated by the naval forces in Yunnan and so he had one to train his naval troops. Its size is triple of West Lake. In later times, it was used for imperial leisure and as a reservoir. However, it dried up during the Sung Dynasty. Now it had become a tourist area after the lake was refilled.

7 – The palace where the Empress lived.

8 – Empress Chen, the house of gold for whom it was built, was deposed and she tried to regain favour with the emperor by asking Sima Hsiang Ru to write a poem for her to move the emperor’s heart. For this she paid 100 pounds of gold. I am taking poetic licence here to use a thousand pieces instead. However, it was not officially recorded that any reconciliation took place. This story is also taken with a grain of salt as it is believed that it is a work of later times because in the preface, the Emperor’s temple name was used which could be known at the time of Sima’s composition.

Monday, December 28, 2020



One Winter Night's Doodling




While doodling on a winter’s evening…

1斜陽力倦掃花黄 Flowers in yellow swept by the tired rays of the setting sun,
2淡月情虛映菊寒
Chrysanthemums looking cold reflecting in the nonchalant moonlight.
3鶯去寂寞空庭語 Gone is the mockingbird. Loneliness is the language of the courtyard,
4莫愁無歡夢裡藏 Fret not that there is no joy. Just look for them hidden in dreams.

1 Actually, the flowers themselves are yellow and not made to look like so by the sunlight. This is not known until we find out in the second line that the flowers are chrysanthemums.

2 淡月情虛 translated literally as “pale moon empty feelings”

Wednesday, December 16, 2020