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Du Fu

83 قصيدة · 712 — 770 · Gongyi · Tang hanedanı

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الإنجليزية

The city has fallen: only the hills and rivers remain. In Spring the streets were green with grass and trees. Sorrowing over the times, the flowers are weeping. The birds startled…

الإنجليزية

After the Rebellion of 755, all was silent wasteland, gardens and cottages turned to grass and thorns. My village had over a hundred households, but the chaotic world scattered the…

The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern neighbor. But my friend in wine Gone ten days drinking. I fin…

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الإنجليزية

Matchless in breeding and beauty, a fine lady has taken refuge in this forsaken valley. She is of good family, she says,…

الإنجليزية

Wagons rattling and banging, horses neighing and snorting, conscripts marching, each with bow and arrows at his hip, fathers and mothers, wives and children, running to see them of…

الإنجليزية

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الإنجليزية

In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its roots like rocks; around its great girth of forty spans its rimy bark withst…

الإنجليزية

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One evening I found lodging in a village where A press-gang stole by night to seize my aging host, Who, hearing them, scaled the wall and hid nearby. Furious, the bailiff bellowed…

الإنجليزية

The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on a day in spring. In the waterside palaces the thousands of doors are lo…

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