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Reminiscences of Blowing Flutes on Phoenix Terrace: Remembering parting on a late spring morning
English Poetic Translation
The golden beast's incense has grown cold;
red waves of silk quilts are tossed aside.
She rises, hair still uncombed.
The jeweled vanity case stands idly shut
while the sun climbs the curtain hook.
She dreads the quiet sorrow and hidden grief—
so much remains to say, yet words die unspoken.
Thinner she has grown this year,
not from the aftermath of wine,
nor from the traditional melancholy of autumn.
Tomorrow morning, he departs on this journey;
even played ten thousand times, the parting song of Yangguan
could never hold him back.
She thinks of Wuling in late spring,
where clouds lock tower upon layered tower.
Remember the green waters flowing before the pavilion;
they surely mirror her gazing all day long.
At the place of her fixed, longing gaze,
from this day forth, she must count anew
each fresh wave of sorrow.
red waves of silk quilts are tossed aside.
She rises, hair still uncombed.
The jeweled vanity case stands idly shut
while the sun climbs the curtain hook.
She dreads the quiet sorrow and hidden grief—
so much remains to say, yet words die unspoken.
Thinner she has grown this year,
not from the aftermath of wine,
nor from the traditional melancholy of autumn.
Tomorrow morning, he departs on this journey;
even played ten thousand times, the parting song of Yangguan
could never hold him back.
She thinks of Wuling in late spring,
where clouds lock tower upon layered tower.
Remember the green waters flowing before the pavilion;
they surely mirror her gazing all day long.
At the place of her fixed, longing gaze,
from this day forth, she must count anew
each fresh wave of sorrow.
Classical Chinese & Pinyin
香冷金猊，被翻紅浪，起來人未梳頭。
任寶奩閒掩，日上簾鉤。
生怕閒愁暗恨，多少事、欲說還休。
今年瘦，非幹病酒，不是悲秋。
明朝，這回去也，千萬遍陽關，也即難留。
念武陵春晚，雲鎖重樓。
記取樓前綠水，應念我、終日凝眸。
凝眸處，從今更數，幾段新愁。
任寶奩閒掩，日上簾鉤。
生怕閒愁暗恨，多少事、欲說還休。
今年瘦，非幹病酒，不是悲秋。
明朝，這回去也，千萬遍陽關，也即難留。
念武陵春晚，雲鎖重樓。
記取樓前綠水，應念我、終日凝眸。
凝眸處，從今更數，幾段新愁。
Philological Direct Translation
Incense cold golden beast, quilts turned red waves, arising person not yet combed hair.
Let precious toilet-case idly close, sun ascends curtain hook.
Living in fear of idle sorrow hidden resentment, how many things, about to speak yet stopping.
This year thin, not owing to sick wine, not being grief over autumn.
Tomorrow morning, this return indeed, ten thousand times Yangguan song, also after all difficult to detain.
Thinking of Wuling spring late, clouds lock layered towers.
Remembering before the tower green water, should think of me, all day gazing fixedly.
Gazing fixedly place, from now further count, several sections of new sorrow.
Let precious toilet-case idly close, sun ascends curtain hook.
Living in fear of idle sorrow hidden resentment, how many things, about to speak yet stopping.
This year thin, not owing to sick wine, not being grief over autumn.
Tomorrow morning, this return indeed, ten thousand times Yangguan song, also after all difficult to detain.
Thinking of Wuling spring late, clouds lock layered towers.
Remembering before the tower green water, should think of me, all day gazing fixedly.
Gazing fixedly place, from now further count, several sections of new sorrow.