ON PARTING
Thrice I have bidden you goodbye;
This time we’re old with sorrow.
Over white hair and beard we sigh:
Southward you’ll go tomorrow.
Drunk, I’m followed by the moon bright,
Blooms wet with tears as with moonbeams
Will you not come back with moonlight?
The lakeside lane will haunt you in dreams.
訴別
三度別君來,
此別真遲暮。
白盡老髭須,
明日淮南去。
酒罷月隨人,
淚濕花如霧。
后月逐君還,
夢繞湖邊路。