(39) Waterfall Of Mount Lu
庐山瀑布谣
Yang Wei-zhen (1296-1370)
杨维桢
Like a river of stars the waterfall runs down;
银河忽知瓠子决，
It flows before the peaks which five old men's heads crown.
泻诸五老之峰前。
A silk roll woven by the fairy queen on high
我疑天仙织素练，
And unrolled from the loom hangs from the azure sky.
素练脱轴垂青天。
I want to cut, a pair of scissors sharp in hand,
便欲手把并州剪，
From the white roll a misty or crystalline band.
剪取一幅玻璃烟。
I see the poet of cloud over stone,
相逢云石子，
Like the immortal trying to catch the moon,
有似捉月仙。
Thirsty for wine at night, what could he do but try
酒喉无耐夜渴甚，
To ride the whale and drink the sea till it goes dry?
骑鲸吸海枯桑田。
The water drunk turns to endless cataract here,
居然化作千万丈，
Hanging like jade rainbow o'er abyss cold and clear.
玉虹倒挂清冷渊。