tīng zhēng (by Li Duan)

tīng
zhēng
míng
zhēng
jīn
zhù
shǒu
fáng
qián
zhōu
láng
shí
shí
xián
聽 or 听 tīng, tìng let; allow; listen; hear; obey
zhēng (mus. instr.)
鳴 or 鸣 míng to cry (of birds)
zhēng (mus. instr.)
jīn metal; money; gold
grain; millet
zhù pillar
plain
shǒu hand; convenient
jade
fáng house
qián before; in front; ago; former; previous; earlier; front
desire; longing; appetite; wish
dé, de, děi a sentence particle used after a verb to show effect; degree or possibility; to have to; must; ought to; to need to; obtain; get; gain; proper; suitable; proud; contented; allow; permit; ready; finished
zhōu (surname); complete; encircle; circuit; lap; week; cycle; all; every; attentive; thoughtful
láng (surname); a youth
顧 or 顾 look after; take into consideration; to attend to
時 or 时 shí O'clock; time; when; hour; season; period
時 or 时 shí O'clock; time; when; hour; season; period
誤 or 误 mistake; error; to miss; to harm; to delay; to neglect
brush away
xián string of mus. instr.

Translations

Listen to the lute

A youth plays a lute in front of the jade house

But his note sounds like metal on a pillar

I wish he would consider playing the piece again from the beginning

To get it right

CMW

Work bell

The cry of the golden bell sounds from the grain tower.

Rung by a plain hand, not some jade-house-dwelling aristocrat.

I long to run laps as younger men can.

Oh how time flies, like a brush on a string.

MAW

The work bell

The bell sounds out the "Golden Grain" company tone.

It's a proletarian sound, not some idle aristocrat!

Now we must all do calisthenics with the new recruits.

Two hours of that will cure any subversive thoughts.

MAW

Listening to music

Birds sing as they peck golden grains
from children's hands, in front of
the jade-pillared house.

They are all captivated by the music,
and time stands still,
and then they brush it away.

DJW

Surrendering to the draw of the lute

The notes of the lute fall like a slow golden rain.

In front of a tavern
a youth is wholly engrossed in his lute

Hours and hours pass as he plucks its strings.

LJW

Listen to the lute

It sings odd music like pillars of grain

Plain in front of the jade house

The longing ought to encircle and embrace the youth.

GS