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Untying the Interlocking Rings: Grieving Separation
Alas, my lover is severed from my life, letters lost in the endless mist.
Who has the deft touch to untie these interlocking rings?
Like wind dispersing rain, clouds thinning into light.
The Swallow Tower stands empty, dust locks the silent strings.
I picture the garden where roots were shifted, leaves renewed,
all planted by her own hands, those ancient red peonies.
Now wild herbs gradually reclaim the river islet.
I imagine her boat moored by the winding bank, while she remains at the edge of the sky.
How futile to recall past messages, taking idle words to burn them in the fire.
Spring returns to the water stations; send me a branch of plum blossoms from the southern shores.
I swear for this lifetime, before flowers and wine, to shed my tears for her alone.
嗟情人斷絕,信音遼邈。
信妙手、能解連環,似風散雨收,霧輕雲薄。
燕子樓空,暗塵鎖、一牀絃索。
想移根換葉。
盡是舊時,手種紅藥。
汀洲漸生杜若。
料舟依岸曲,人在天角。
謾記得、當日音書,把閒語閒言,待總燒卻。
水驛春回,望寄我、江南梅萼。
拚今生,對花對酒,爲伊落淚。
Alas, the lover is completely cut off, news and letters distant and vast.
I trust in clever hands, able to untie the interlocking rings, like wind scattering and rain clearing, mist light and clouds thin.
The Swallow Tower is empty, dark dust locks a bed of strings and zithers.
I imagine transplanting roots and changing leaves.
All are from old times, hand-planted red peonies.
On the islet banks duoruo herbs gradually grow.
I expect the boat rests by the winding shore, the person is at the corner of the sky.
Vainly I remember those days of letters and messages, taking idle words and casual talk, waiting to burn them all away.
At the water post spring returns, hoping you will send to me, Jiangnan plum calyxes.
I resolve this present life, facing flowers and facing wine, for her to shed tears.