Magic Strings
The witch pours out a libation of wine,
And clouds cover the sky,
In a jade brazier charcoal burns—
The incense booms.
Gods of the sea and mountain demons
Flock to her seat,
Crackle of burning paper money
As a whirlwind moans.
She plays a love-wood lute adorned
With golden, dancing simurghs,
Knitting her brows, she plucks a note
For each word uttered
She calls down stars and summons demons
To savor meat and drink,
When mountain-goblins come to eat,
Men are breathless and hushed
Colors of sunset low in a coign
Of Zhongnan range,
Long lingers the Spirit Something or Nothing?
We cannot tell
The Spirit's anger, the Spirit's delight
Shows in her face,
Ten thousand riders escort him back
To the emerald hills.
And clouds cover the sky,
In a jade brazier charcoal burns—
The incense booms.
Gods of the sea and mountain demons
Flock to her seat,
Crackle of burning paper money
As a whirlwind moans.
She plays a love-wood lute adorned
With golden, dancing simurghs,
Knitting her brows, she plucks a note
For each word uttered
She calls down stars and summons demons
To savor meat and drink,
When mountain-goblins come to eat,
Men are breathless and hushed
Colors of sunset low in a coign
Of Zhongnan range,
Long lingers the Spirit Something or Nothing?
We cannot tell
The Spirit's anger, the Spirit's delight
Shows in her face,
Ten thousand riders escort him back
To the emerald hills.
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