I’ve crossed the river in flying snow,
飛雪過江來,
And moored my boat by the Bridge of Red Rails, so
船在赤欄橋側(cè)。
I tell you with my sail nothing goes wrong,
惹報布帆無恙,
And send you two hand-written lines not long.
著兩行親札。
From now on I’ll stay in South Tower from day to day,
從今日日在南樓,
And since then my hair will turn grey.
鬢自此時白。
Who would write verse with me and share my cup of wine?
一詠一觴誰共?
Can such life justify the books I’ve read line by line?
負平生書冊。