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Presenting to Recluse Wei the Eighth
Like shifting stars that drift apart.
What wondrous night is this, to share
The flickering light of candle-art?
How many years can youth remain?
Our temples wear the frost of age.
Half of our friends are ghosts, and pain
Burns sudden in a startled page.
Who knew that after twenty years,
I'd climb once more your quiet hall?
You wed long after parting tears,
And now your children line the wall.
They greet your old companion there,
And ask from what far realm I came;
Before our words can fill the air,
They bring the cups to feed the flame.
Spring leeks are cut in driving rain,
And yellow millet freshly steams.
The host laments our meeting's pain,
And ten full goblets crown our schemes.
Though ten cups pass, we are not blind;
I am o'erwhelmed by steadfast grace.
Tomorrow mountains leave behind
Two vagrants in time's boundless space.
今夕復何夕,共此燈燭光。
少壯能幾時,鬢髮各已蒼。
訪舊半爲鬼,驚呼熱中腸。
焉知二十載,重上君子堂。
昔別君未婚,兒女忽成行。
怡然敬父執,問我來何方。
問荅乃未已,兒女羅酒漿。
夜雨剪春韭,新炊間黃粱。
主稱會面難,一舉累十觴。
十觴亦不醉,感子故意長。
明日隔山嶽,世事兩茫茫。
Tonight again what evening, sharing this lamp candle light.
Youth and strength can how many, temples and hair each already grey.
Visiting old friends half are ghosts, startled shouting hot within bowels.
How to know twenty years, again ascending gentleman's hall.
Past parting you not married, children suddenly form ranks.
Joyful respecting father's friend, asking me arriving what direction.
Questions and answers then not finished, children arrange wine and broth.
Night rain cutting spring leeks, newly cooked mixed yellow millet.
Host declares meeting face difficult, one raise piles ten goblets.
Ten goblets also not drunk, touched by your ancient intent long.
Tomorrow separated by mountains and ridges, worldly affairs both vast and vague.