In front of wine I’ll tell you of my parting day;
Your vernal face dissolves in tears before I say.
Lovers are born with sentimental feeling heart;
Nor moon nor wind has taken in their grief a part.
Don’t set to a new tune the parting song!
The old has tied our hearts in knots for long.
Until we have seen all flowers on the trees,
It’s hard to bid goodbye to vernal breeze.
尊前擬把歸期說,
欲語春容先慘咽。
人生自是有情癡,
此恨不關(guān)風(fēng)與月。
離歌且莫翻新闋,
一曲能教腸寸結(jié)。
直須看盡洛城花,
始共春風(fēng)容易別。