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Touch the Fish: Facing the West Wind
While bygone years drift by like rushing streams.
The purple silk sash woven with mandarin duck knots,
And mirror-bound oaths sealed by silver hairpins.
I scarcely recall the wasted hands weaving returning verse,
How many times my breaking heart refused to mend.
Like blossoms struggling to fix upon the stem,
Yet battered by fickle storms and turning clouds:
Our affections vast, our destiny narrow as a seam,
A jade hairpin snapping hard against the stone.
Beyond the vermilion tower,
Heavy sorrow presses upon empty, falling clouds.
Cold moonlight still illuminates sleepless eyes,
Whether clear or overcast, yielding to heaven's will.
All in vain, the jade withers, the fragrance shatters.
My lord, drink your cup for now.
Do you not see, in the long chambers, the green spring grass and weeping wind?
A single misguided calculation in a moment of haste,
Regretting I did not choose the thorn-hairpin life sooner:
Beneath twilight skies, tending the bamboo grove,
With whitened hair, leaning against the cold, dark green.
紫絲羅帶鴛鴦結,的的鏡盟釵誓。
渾不記、漫手織迴文,幾度欲心碎。
安花著蒂。
奈雨覆雲翻,情寬分窄,石上玉簪脆。
朱樓外。
愁壓空雲欲墜。
月痕猶照無寐。
陰晴也只隨天意。
枉了玉消香碎。
君且醉。
君不見、長門青草春風淚。
一時左計。
悔不早荊釵,暮天修竹,頭白倚寒翠。
Purple silk gauze sash mandarin duck knot, true mirror oath hairpin pledge.
Totally unremembering, carelessly hand weaving returning text, how many times about to heart break.
Settling flower attaching stem.
Alas rain turning cloud overturning, emotion wide allotment narrow, on stone jade hairpin fragile.
Vermilion tower outside.
Sorrow presses empty clouds about to fall.
Moon traces still illuminate sleepless.
Gloomy and clear also only follow heaven's will.
In vain jade wanes fragrance shatters.
Lord for now drink.
Lord do not see, Changmen green grass spring breeze tears.
One moment left-hand plan.
Regret not early thorn hairpin, twilight sky cultivating bamboo, head white leaning cold emerald.