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Summer Clouds Peak: Wide Skies and High Clouds
A chilly ring surrounds the setting sun.
Quiet steps grow still; white willow down is sparse, while vermilion gates stay shut
As tender oriole songs begin.
I rue how swiftly Pure Brightness slipped away,
And how this last-won fragrance turns to secret grief.
Through days of heavy gloom and sleepless nights of exhaustion,
I rouse to find that spring has fled.
Two knitted brows hold all my injured spite.
Just as I taste this tender melancholy,
I watch the fleeting intimacy fade.
A deep reserve that knows no worldly peer,
A languid spirit shunning mortal eyes—
Who could have guessed that within a dream of Penglai Isle,
Long after faded scents are cast aside,
A stray message might still arrive?
Even if we could detain the orioles and blossoms, the stubborn east wind will not stay,
Leaving only sorrow right before my eyes.
晚日寒生輕暈。
閒階靜、楊花漸少,朱門掩、鶯聲猶嫩。
悔匆匆、過卻清明,旋佔得餘芳,已成幽恨。
都幾日陰沈,連宵慵困。
起來韶華都盡。
怨入雙眉閒鬥損。
乍品得情懷,看承全近。
深深態、無非自許。
厭厭意、終羞人間。
爭知道、夢裏蓬萊,待忘了餘香,時傳音信。
縱留得鶯花,東風不住,也則眼前愁悶。
Evening sun cold generates light halo.
Idle stone steps quiet, willow catkins gradually few, vermilion gates closed, oriole voices still tender.
Regret hurriedly, passing past Pure Brightness, newly seizing remaining fragrance, already forming secluded sorrow.
Total how many days overcast gloomy, successive nights indolent drowsy.
Rising up spring glory all exhausted.
Resentment enters double brows fighting damaged.
Just savoring got emotional state, regarding bearing completely close.
Profound profound attitude, none other than self-permitted.
Languid languid intent, ultimately ashamed human world.
How to know, dream inside Penglai island, waiting forgotten remaining fragrance, occasionally transmitting sound letter.
Even if keeping can oriole flowers, east wind not stopping, also then before eyes sorrow distress.