<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=335973" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Four Lyrics from Dunhuang</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tune: “Eternal Longing” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">1. <br>He was a traveler west of the river, <br>with wealth and eminence rare in this world. <br>All day long in vermilion towers<br>...dancing and singing songs. <br>The cup filled again and again, till he's drunk as mud; <br>lightly, lightly trading golden goblets, <br>wearing out the day tasting joys, pursuing pleasures— <br>Some people are rich and never go home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">2. <br>He was a traveler west of the river; <br>only he knew how lonely he was, <br>dust and dirt covering his face, <br>all day long being cheated by others. <br>Morning after morning standing by the west gate of the market, <br>the wind blowing the tears that came down in two streams, <br>gazing toward his native land so many roads away— <br>Some people are poor and never go home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">3. <br>He was a traveler west of the river, <br>then he took sick, lay an inch away from death. <br>Still he stayed on, looking for news, <br>though as time went by it seemed he'd have to depart. <br>The villagers dragged him to the west side of the road— <br>his father and mother knew nothing about it— <br>tied a tag on his body with his name written on it— <br>Some people die and never go home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tune: “Magpie on the Branch” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">4.<br>I can't stand the wily magpie and all his extravagant stories! <br>He brings me good news, but what proof does he ever have? <br>One of these times when he flies by, I'll grab him, capture him live, <br>shut him up in a golden cage to put a stop to his chatter! <br>With the best of intentions I went to her, delivered my good news— <br>who'd have thought she'd shut me up in a golden cage? <br>I only hope her soldiering husband comes home soon <br>so she'll lift me up, turn me loose to head for the blue clouds!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=335973" data-title="Four Lyrics from Dunhuang" data-description="Tune: “Eternal Longing” /1. /He was a traveler west of the river, /with wealth and eminence rare in this world. /All day long in vermilion towers/...dancing and singing songs. /The cup filled again and again, till he's drunk as mud; /lightly, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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