TUNE: DREAMING OF THE SOUTH

 

See Southern willow trees

To tender flowers smile with ease!

The fallen petals will adorn your cup of wine;

The willow branches hanging low caress your head,

Each inch a beauty spread.

See the Southern moon look

Now like a mirror, now like a hook:

A mirror in which no rosy faces shine,

A hook on which hangs no curtain red,

It ever shines on sleepless bed.

望江南

江南柳，

花柳两相柔。

花片落叶粘酒盏，

柳条低处拂人头，

各自是风流。

江南月，

如镜复如钩。

似镜不侵红粉面，

似钩不挂画帘头，

长是照离愁。