My ambition lies in benefiting all under heaven, while my actions focus on cultivating myself. To uphold this principle throughout my life is the way; to express and clarify it through words is poetry. What is called satirical poetry reflects the ambition to benefit society; what is called leisurely poetry reflects the pursuit of personal cultivation.
At sunrise, the flowers by the river are as red as fire; in spring, the river water is as green as blue. In the moonlight at the mountain temple, I listen to the sound of osmanthus blossoms; from the pavilion of the prefecture, I watch the rising tides while resting.
Articles should be written according to the needs of the times, and songs and poems should be created according to real events. — Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Those who are innocent at the moment should take warning from what they hear; when communication flows between the upper and lower levels, harmony prevails. — Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
With deep emotions, I most regret that flowers cannot speak; only after sorrow is broken do I realize the power of wine. — Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
I am grateful that your heart has transformed like pine and cypress; secretly, I follow you with my paired hair ornaments. — Bai Juyi, "The Silver Vase from the Bottom of the Well: Stopping Immoral Elopement"
Some paint their eyebrows deeply, some lightly; cicada-shaped temples and flowing clouds fill the garments. Returning from the balcony where rain once fell. Mount Wu rises high, Mount Wu sinks low; in the evening rain, my husband does not return. I remain alone guarding the empty room. — Bai Juyi
Since we parted, I have grown old and devoted myself to cultivation, refining my heart of separation until it became like dead ashes. The memories I once held throughout my life have all faded away; why did you enter my dream last night? — Bai Juyi
There are two swallows on the beam, gracefully moving as male and female. — Bai Juyi, "The Swallow Poem for Old Liu"
Times are difficult and years are barren, leaving the family livelihood empty. Brothers are separated in their travels, each heading east or west. The fields and gardens lie desolate after war, and loved ones are scattered along the roads. Their lonely shadows resemble wild geese separated by thousands of miles; leaving their roots, they drift like autumn grasses. Looking together at the bright moon, they should all shed tears; in one night, their longing for home is shared by five places. — Bai Juyi
Within the sound, it seems to express a message, yet it cannot fully convey the heart of repaying parental kindness. — Bai Juyi