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Song of the Golden Thread: Congratulating the New Bride (Tune: Offering New Bride)
I seek the dusty tracks of restoration heroes, silently chasing forgotten years.
The eastern wind grudged its favor to our warships, shattering dreams of the ancestral heartland.
Here upon idle grounds of an ancient palace, I built a modest lodge.
Under the bright watchtower moon, night cranes return, sighing that flowers and bamboo have come to this.
Dew upon the branches spatters like clear tears.
Our festive excursion winds through the spring procession.
Walking across pale moss, seeking secluded quarters, I ask if the plum blossoms have yet unfurled.
Humming melodies by the plum trees once again, coaxing frozen stamens upon the winter boughs.
This heart beats in unison with the Spring Lord.
Today is not like yesterday, tomorrow not like today; in speechless silence, we face the Canglang waters.
Nursing this sorrow, I entrust it to lingering intoxication.
訪中興、英雄陳跡,暗追前事。
戰艦東風慳借便,夢斷神州故里。
旋小築、吳宮閒地。
華表月明歸夜鶴,嘆當時、花竹今如此。
枝上露,濺清淚。
遨頭小簇行春隊。
步蒼苔、尋幽別塢,問梅開未。
重唱梅邊吸度曲,催發寒梢凍蕊。
此心與、東君同意。
後不如今非昔,兩無言、相對滄浪水。
懷此恨,寄殘醉。
Visiting restoration heroes' dusty traces, darkly pursuing former affairs.
Warships east wind stingy to lend convenience, dreams broken Divine Land old home.
Spinning small construction, Wu palace idle ground.
Watchtower moon bright returns night crane, sighing then flowers bamboo now thus.
Branch upon dew, splashing clear tears.
Excursion leader small cluster walks spring troop.
Walking green moss, seeking secluded separate villa, asking plum opened or not.
Repeating singing plum beside humming musical tune, urging to launch cold tip frozen stamens.
This heart with Eastern Lord same intention.
After not like now not past, both without words, facing against Canglang water.
Cherishing this regret, sending to remaining intoxication.