Hard blows the frosty breeze;
霜風漸緊寒侵被,
In frozen quilt I hear
聽孤雁,
Sad cackles of wild geese,
聲嘹唳,
Cry on cry bringing grief on grief far and near.
一聲聲送一聲悲。
The clouds are pale; the azure sky like water clear.
云淡碧天如水。
I don my robe and tell the geese,
披衣起告:
“Stop for a while and listen please!
雁兒略住?
In little town south of the tower,
聽我些兒事。
Beyond the third bridge, by the western riverside,
塔兒南畔城兒里,
There stands a crimson-painted bower,
第三個橋兒外,
With pillar-like plane trees outside.
瀕河西岸小紅樓,
Please do not cry.
門外梧桐雕砌。
When you pass by,
請教且與,
Or my dear sleepless wife would sigh!”
低聲飛過,
那里有人人無寐。