The Southern Hall
- Poetry of Su Shi

I

The western hills are half hidden by river banks,

All the pavilions of this country face the west.

The Southern Hall has windows on the south and west flanks,

Abed,I see a thousand sails and waves with white crest.

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Floor swept,incense burning and doors closed,I lie flat 

In a mist-like curtain on a ripple-marked mat.

When a guest comes,I wake and wonder where am I,

West windows propp'd open,I see waves meet the sky.