How Goes the Night?

  by: Helen Waddell (1889-1965)

    translated from the Shi King, or Book of Odes


 

How goes the night?

Midnight has still to come.

Down in the court the torch is blazing bright;

I hear far off the throbbing of the drum.

 

How goes the night?

The night is not yet gone.

I hear the trumpets blowing on the height;

The torch is paling in the coming dawn.

 

How goes the night?

The night is past and done.

The torch is smoking in the morning light,

The dragon banner floating in the sun.


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