Cui Hao

The yellow crane has long since gone away,

All that here remains is yellow crane tower.

The yellow crane once gone does not return,

White clouds drift slowly for a thousand years.

The river is clear in Hanyang by the trees,

And fragrant grass grows thick on parrot isle.

In this dusk, I don't know where my homeland lies,

The river's mist-covered waters bring me sorrow.

-- Poem translator: Kiang Kanghu

Lords of the capital, sharp, unearthly,

The Great Flower's three points pierce through heaven.

Clouds are parting above the Temple of the Warring Emperor,

Rain dries on the mountain, on the Giant's Palm.

Ranges and rivers are the strength of this western gate,

Whence roads and trails lead downward into China.

...O pilgrim of fame, O seeker of profit,

Why not remain here and lengthen your days?

-- Poem translator: Kiang Kanghu

"Yes, I live here, by the river;

I have sailed on it many and many a time.

Both of us born in Changgan, you and I!

Why haven't we always known each other?"

-- Poem translator: Kiang Kanghu

"Tell me, where do you live? --

Near here, by the fishing-pool?

Let's hold our boats together, let's see

If we belong in the same town."