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Best Famous Du Fu Poems

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Written by Li Bai | Create an image from this poem

About Du Fu

I met Du Fu on a mountaintop

in August when the sun was hot.
Under the shade of his big straw hat his face was sad-- in the years since we last parted, he'd grown wane, exhausted.
Poor old Du Fu, I thought then, he must be agonizing over poetry again.

Written by Du Fu | Create an image from this poem

Many People Come to Visit and Bring Wine After I Fell Off My Horse, Drunk

Fu (this) duke old guest
Finish wine drunk sing open gold halberd
Ride horse suddenly remember youth time
Scatter hoof pour fall Qutang stone
Baidicheng gate water cloud outside
Lower body straight down eight thousand feet
Whitewashed battlements lightning pass purple loose reins
East gain level ridge out heaven cliff
River village country hall fight enter eye
Hang whip droop bridle approach purple road
Always hoary head startle 10,000 people
Self count on red face ability ride shoot
How know burst chest chase wind foot
Red sweat chariot horse black horse like spurt jade
Not expect one stumble end injure
Human life happy much that shame
Must now sad lie quilt pillow
Situation now late dusk increase bother demand
Well know come ask hide my face
Stick pigweed strong rise lean servant
Speech end still manage open mouth smile
Guide support go sweep clear stream bend
Wine meat like mountain again one time
Start feast sad silk move brave bamboo
Together point west sun not together lend
Noisy sigh then tip cup in filtered
Why must hurry horse come to ask
You not know Xi Kang life nourish meet kill

I, Du Fu, the duke's elderly guest,
Finished my wine, drunkenly sang, and waved a golden halberd.
I mounted my horse and suddenly remembered the days of my youth,
The flying hooves sent stones pouring down into Qutang gorge.
Baidicheng's city gates are beyond the water's clouds,
Bending over, I plunged straight down eight thousand feet.
Whitewashed battlements passed like lightning, the purple reins were loose,
Then east, I reached the level ridge, out past heaven's cliff.
River villages and country halls vied to enter my eyes,
The whip hung down, the bridle drooped, I reached the crimson road.
All the ten thousand people amazed by my silver head,
I trusted to the riding and shooting skills of my rosy-cheeked youth.
How could I know that bursting its chest, hooves chasing the wind,
That racing horse, red with sweat, breathing spurts of jade,
Would unexpectedly take a tumble and end up injuring me?
In human life, taking pleasure often leads to shame.
That's why I'm feeling sad, lying on quilts and pillows,
Being in the sunset of my life only adds to the bother.
When I knew you'd come to visit, I wanted to hide my face,
With a bramble stick I manage to rise, leaning on a servant.
Then, after we've finished talking, we open our mouths and laugh,
Giving me support, you help to sweep by the clear stream's bend.
Wine and meat are piled up like mountains once again,
The feast starts: sad strings and brave bamboo sound out.
Together, we point to the western sun, not to be granted us long,
Noise and exclamations, then we tip the cup of clear wine.
Why did you have to hurry your horses, coming to ask after me?
Don't you remember Xi Kang, who nourished life and got killed?