TUNE: DRIPPING GOLD

 

Mume blossoms leak out the color of spring;

Long willow branch hangs like a string;

Green grass grows fine.

My forehead sprinkled with hoar frost,

How can I not regret golden hours lost!

In fragrant hall I entertain my guest with wine

In farewell feast.

Can I retain you for a while?

Though severed by many a mile,

There’s one who would remember you at least.

滴滴金

梅花漏泄春消息，

柳丝长，

草芽碧。

不觉星霜鬓边白，

念时光堪惜。

兰堂把酒留嘉宾，

对离筵，

驻行色。

千里音尘便疏隔，

会有人相忆。