少年游

长安古道马迟迟，

高柳乱蝉嘶。

夕阳鸟外，

秋风原上，

目断四天垂。

归云一去无踪迹，

何处是前期？

狎兴生疏，

酒徒萧索，

不似少年时。

TUNE: WANDERING WHILE YOUNG

Slow goes my steed leaving the ancient capital;

Cicadas’ trills amid the willows rise and fall.

The sun sinks down beyond the birds in flight;

The dreary plain hears the autumn wind blow.

I stretch my sight:

The sky hangs low.

The clouds, once gone, leave no more traces.

Where are my old familiar faces?

Unlike those days when I was gallant and young,

I find no more pleasure in wine, woman and song.