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Shadows of Candles Flickering Red: On the Night of the Lantern Festival in Exile
Where twelve phoenix towers feel a shallow spring.
Last year at lantern festival, I joined the imperial train,
And tasted wine beside the Jasper Pond.
All jade chambers rolled their pearl blinds high,
Thronged with immortals from fairy isles.
Deep in five-colored clouds, 'mid myriad candlelight,
Music of strings and flutes soared to the vault.
Time races past like a gap in a galloping steed,
In a twinkling, frost and stars have turned.
Tonight who pities this weeping, exiled subject?
Turning back my gaze, Chang'an is so far.
Ah, perhaps my mortal ties are yet unsevered,
Fretting in vain over HuaXu's fleeting dream.
A breast full of sorrow, a few dim, cold lamps,
And the cries of returning geese piercing the night.
去年元夜奉宸遊,曾侍瑤池宴。
玉殿珠簾盡卷。
擁羣仙、蓬壺閬苑。
五雲深處,萬燭光中,揭天絲管。
馳隙流年,恍如一瞬星霜換。
今宵誰念泣孤臣,回首長安遠。
可是塵緣未斷。
謾惆悵、華胥夢短。
滿懷幽恨,數點寒燈,幾聲歸雁。
Last year's Lantern Night, I served in imperial excursions, once attended jasper pool banquets.
Jade halls, pearl curtains all rolled up.
Crowding host of immortals, Penghu and Langyuan.
Five-cloud deep places, ten-thousand candle light midst, reaching-heaven strings and pipes.
Racing through gaps, flowing years, flash-like in an instant stars and frost exchange.
Tonight who thinks of weeping lonely minister, turning head Chang'an is far.
Could it be mortal ties are not yet severed.
Vainly sorrowing, HuaXu's dream is short.
Full bosom of hidden grief, several dots of cold lamps, a few sounds of returning wild geese.