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Green-Head Duck: Meditations on Parting
Borne on the drifting breeze, a colorful flute lets fall a trailing grief; I heard it once, riding horseback, half-heartbroken.
The banquet hall opens amid crowds of painted beauty; tuning strings of longing, remembering the slight frown of song.
Musk candles burn thick, the water-clock runs low, changing garments before the wine's first flush fades.
Embroidered screens shut tight, pillow-ducks draw close together, and the rising scent grows warm and soft.
In the winding corridor shadows, a distant temple bell and pale moon dissolve the soul.
Emerald hairpins part, tear-stained paper seals the parting, and dancing shoes from now on gather dust.
Stay the orchid boat, freighted with this parting sorrow, turning down the southern shore against the western dusk.
Remember next year, when the wild roses have fallen, our happy tryst will keep true with drifting clouds.
The imperial capital is far; tender plum blossoms of Chu arrive first to send a branch of spring.
Beyond the outer gates, only the fragrant grasses remain to search and find my absent lord.
託微風、彩簫流怨,斷腸馬上曾聞。
燕堂開、豔妝叢裏,調琴思、認歌顰。
麝蠟煙濃,玉蓮漏短,更衣不待酒初醺。
繡屏掩、枕鴛相就,香氣漸暾暾。
迴廊影,疏鍾淡月,幾許銷魂。
翠釵分、銀箋封淚,舞鞋從此生塵。
住蘭舟、載將離恨,轉南浦、背西曛。
記取明年,薔薇謝後,佳期應未誤行雲。
鳳城遠,楚梅香嫩,先寄一枝春。
青門外,祗憑芳草,尋訪郎君。
Borne on a gentle breeze, colorful flutes release lingering sorrow; heart-breaking, on horseback I once heard it.
The swallow hall opens, amidst gorgeously adorned throngs, adjusting zither thoughts, recognizing singing frowns.
Musk candles smoke dense, jade lotus clepsydra is short, changing robes waiting not for wine to first intoxicate.
Embroidered screens close, paired mandarin duck pillows draw together, fragrance gradually warms and glows.
Corridor shadows, sparse temple bell, pale moon, how much soul-dissolving sorrow.
Emerald hairpins divide, silver stationery seals tears, dancing shoes henceforth gather dust.
Stay the orchid boat, bearing along parting hatred, turning toward the southern pier, backing the western dusk.
Remember next year, after the wild roses fade, the fair tryst should not miss the wandering clouds.
Phoenix city is distant, Chu plum blossoms are fragrant and tender, first send a single branch of spring.
Outside the blue gates, relying only on fragrant grasses, seeking and visiting the young lord.