长忆西湖，

尽日凭栏楼上望。

三三两两钓鱼舟，

岛屿正清秋。

笛声依约芦花里，

白鸟成行忽惊起。

别来闲整钓鱼竿，

思入水云寒。

TUNE: FOUNTAIN OF WINE

I still remember West Lake,

Where, leaning on the rails, I gazed without a break

On fishing boats in twos and threes

And islets in clear autumn breeze.

Among flowering reeds faint flute-songs rose,

Startled white birds took flight in rows.

Since I left, I’ve repaired my fishing rod at leisure,

Thoughts of waves and clouds thrill me with pleasure.