Buddhist Dance Lyrics by Zhang Xian
On the expressive zheng “Song of the Xiangjiang River” she plays.
At first the limpidity each note lively portrays,
Then in detail the pent-up grief she does impart;
Her nimble fingers on the thirteen strings dart –
Till the waters in front slow down for the plight,
And wild geese from Jade Hill droop in their flight.
At last she strikes up the most plaintive stream,
When the mountains seem to knit their brows in pain.