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Song of Listening to An Fanshan Blow the Pipe
An ancient song brought forth from Qiuci's western sky.
Transplanted to the Central Plains, its measures shift and soar,
A herdsman from Liangzhou plays it at my tavern door.
Beside us, passing neighbors catch their breath in sudden pain;
Far wanderers dreaming of their homes weep falling drops like rain.
The vulgar crowd may catch the tune, but miss the subtle art,
As rushing winds of sound sweep through and pillage every heart.
Now withered mulberry and pine make cold and soughing sighs,
Now nine young phoenixes break forth in sweet, disordered cries.
Dragons roar and tigers howl, unleashed in frantic grace,
And hundred springs and myriad winds possess the echoing space.
Then suddenly the rhythm shifts to Yuyang's beat of dread,
Where yellow clouds of desolation darken overhead.
Yet turning once again, it brings the willow-springs to light,
Where Shanglin's radiant blossoms burst upon the dazzled sight.
Tonight within the festive hall, as dying year burns low,
A single cup of golden wine, a song to stem the woe.
流傳漢地曲轉奇,涼州胡人爲我吹。
傍鄰聞者多歎息,遠客思鄉皆淚垂。
世人解聽不解賞,長飆風中自來往。
枯桑老柏寒颼飀,九雛鳴鳳亂啾啾。
龍吟虎嘯一時發,萬籟百泉相與秋。
忽然更作漁陽摻,黃雲蕭條白日暗。
變調如聞楊柳春,上林繁花照眼新。
歲夜高堂列明燭,美酒一杯聲一曲。
this music originally from Qiuci comes out.
Spread and transmitted to Han lands, tunes turn wondrous,
Liangzhou barbarian man for me blows it.
Near-neighbor listeners mostly sigh with grief,
distant travelers thinking of home all let tears drop.
Worldly people understand listening but do not understand appreciation,
long gusting winds in the midst on their own come and go.
Withered mulberries and old cypresses cold soughing and whistling,
nine fledgling singing phoenixes disorderly chirping.
Dragon roaring and tiger howling at one time burst forth,
myriad sounds and hundred springs together make autumn.
Suddenly changing to play Yuyang tap-rhythm,
yellow clouds desolate and white sun darkened.
Changed mode like hearing Willows of Spring,
Shanglin lush flowers illuminating eyes fresh.
New Year's Eve high hall displays bright candles,
fine wine one cup, sound one tune.