六羡歌陆羽 (唐. 733~804)
I do not thirst for gold cups.
Nor thirst for white jade bowls.
Nor for morning thirst of high office.
Nor for evening thirst of high rank.
What I long and long for is the water flowing into Jingling.
---Lu， Yu (Tang. 733~804)
秘色越窖诗陆龟蒙 (唐. ~881)
Mystical Color in Yue Kiln
The misty scenery of late autumn appears when the Yue kilns are open,
the thousand peaks have been despoiled of their bright color for the decoration of the bowls.
Let us take them out at midnight to collect the falling dew， or fill up the cups in emulation of Jizhongsan.
---Lu， Guimeng (Tang. ~881)
七碗诗卢仝 (唐. 790~835)
Lu Tong′s Seven Bowls of Tea
The first bowl moistens my lips and throat;
The second bowl breaks my loneliness;
The third bowl searches my barren entrails but to find
therein some five thousand scrolls;
The fourth bowl raises a slight perspiration
and all life′s inequities pass out through my pores;
The fifth bowl purifies my flesh and bones;
The sixth bowl calls me to the immortals.
The seventh bowl could not be drank, only the breath of the cool wind raises in my sleeves.
Where is Penglai Island, Yuchuanzi wishes to ride on this sweet breeze and go back.
---Lu, Tong (Tang. 790~835)
寒夜杜小山 (宋. ~1227)
No wine for callers， but tea is the cold night blessing，
the coals areng to glow， the water answers by bubbling on the bamboo stove.
The same moon in the window， but it is different just to have the plum blossoms.
---Du， Xiaoshan (Song. ~1227)
山泉煎茶有怀白居易 (唐. 772~846)
Reflections on Spring Water and Tea
Scoop cool water， watching the tea boil.
Offering a bowl of tea， to the tea lover without reason.
---Bai， Juyi (Tang. 772 ~ 846)
A friend from Yueh presented me with San River tea.
For which I chose a golden cauldron to boil the golden pecko.
A snow white bowl with its green bright froth and fragrance.
Was it just like the nectar of the Immortals?
The first bowl washed the cobwebs from my mind， my perceptions turned bright and clear.
A second cleansed my spirit like purifying showers of rain.
A third and I have obtained the Way， what need now for austerities to purge our perplexities. It is of great spirit but unknown by most， worldly people by going in for wine sadly deceive themselves.
Who knows the Way of Tea is really true、 just Danqiu could find it.
---Jiaoran (Tang. 720~800)
Love Poems of Tea
If I， the boiling water,
And you, the tea;
Then your fragrance
Has to depend solely upon my plainness.
Let your dryness inside me
Softly uncoil and stretch;
Let me dissolve
Imperceptibly, your tension.
I have to be hot, even boiled
Before we consume each other;
We have to hide, see and hold
each other in water
to decide a tea color.
No matter how capriciously
Gradually and slowly
You will into me submerge--
by that moment
the most bitter tear of yours
will become a best sip
of my fragrance.
---Cheung, Dominic Chang, Ts′o(Los Angeles, California, America)
Venus her Myrtle, Phoebus has his bays;
Tea both excels, which she vouchsafes to praise.
The best of Queens, the best of herbs, we owe
To that bold nation which the way did show
To the fair region where the sun doth rise,
Whose rich productions we so justly prize.
The Muse's friend, tea does our fancy aid,
Regress those vapours which the head invade,
And keep the palace of the soul serene,
Fit on her birthday to salute the Queen.
What tongue can tell,
The various kinds of tea?
Of black and green,
Of Hyson and Bohea;
Pekoe and Souchong,
Cowslip the fragrant,
Gunpowder the strong.
Tea, The Cure-All
If you are cold, tea will warm you.
If you are too heated, tea will cool you.
If you are too depressed, tea will cheer you.
If you are too exhausted, tea will calm you!