Short Poems

Xiǎo xíng lìshuǐ lóu,
Mù dào Xuánquán Yì.
Lín yuè zhí yún zhé,
Shān déng zhào chóu jì.

Ye tulip faced, thee I'd hold
by neck to heal my pain sans thee,
Rasul the flower bed,
is a thorny seat for me

Ye songs of mine! Of universal sorrows
A living witness ye;
Born of the passion of the soul, bewailing
Tempestuous and free,
The hard heart of humanity assailing
As doth her cliffs the sea!

Ye restless thoughts, that harbour discontent,
Cease your assaults and let my heart lament,
And let my tongue have leave to tell my grief,
That she may pity, though not grant relief.
Pity would help, alas, what love hath almost slain,
And salve the wound that fester'd this disdain.

Yankee was a bad man, Yankee was a thief,
Yankee came to my house and stole a side of beef;
I went to Yankee's house, Yankee he had fled,
Caught him on the battle-field, and there I killed him dead.

Wrens and robins in the hedge,
Wrens and robins here and there;
Building, perching, pecking, fluttering,
Everywhere! C

Wénshuō dào Yángzhōu,
Chuixiāo yǒu jiù yóu.
Rén lái duō bù jiàn,
Mòshì shàng mílóu.

Sōng xià wèn tóngzǐ，
Yán shī cǎi yào qù.
Zhǐ zài cǐ shān zhōng，
Yún shēn bù zhī chǔ.

Olhei-me nas tuas águas,
Xochimilco.
Que águas poderão agora
Refletir-me?

Ah,
you're just a copy
of all the candy bars
I've ever eaten.