Jealous girls these sometimes were,
While they lived, or lasted here:
Turned to flowers, still they be
Yellow, marked for jealousy.

Jack, eating rotten cheese, did say,
"Like Samson I my thousands slay.'
"I vow', quoth Roger, "so you do,

And with the self-same weapon, too!

Jack, be nimble,
Jack, be quick,
And Jack, jump over the candle-stick.

I've got a bow and arrow,
And I take them to the wood,
And don't the rabbits scuttle
For they think I'm Robin Hood!

I've been chanting poems for forty years:
the ocean of learning has filled my life.
Two or three masters from the Han and Wei,
and several hundred poets of the T'ang!
Stroking my beard, I've polished verses,
feeling proud whenever I get them just right.
Don't you see that in Tu Fu
the feelings are real, the words naturally beautiful?

It's raining, it's pouring,
The old man is snoring;
He went to bed and bumped his head
And couldn't get up in the morning!

Its nature is to look
both absolute and mortal
as if a boy had passed through
or the imprint of his foot
had been preserved
unchanged
under the ash of Herculaneum

Above the Uji landscape —
moon on the mountain rim.

In the clouds of dawn
the first wild goose of autumn

It's a strange courage
you give me ancient star:

Shine alone in the sunrise
toward which you lend no part!

Itiskit, itaskit,
A green and yellow basket,
I wrote a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it,
Dropped it, dropped it,
A little boy came along
Put it in his pocket,
Pocket, pocket.