TUNE: THE MOON OVER THE WEST RIVER

 

Loosely she has done up her hair;

Thinly she has powdered her face.

In rosy smoke and purple mist she looks so fair;

As light as willowdown she walks with grace.

Before we part, we long to meet;

Amorous, she seems not in love.

Awake from wine and songs so sweet,

The courtyard is still and bright the moon above.

西江月

宝髻松松挽就，

铅华淡淡妆成。

红烟翠雾罩轻盈，

飞絮游丝无定。

相见争如不见，

有情还似无情。

笙歌散后酒微醒，

深院月明人静。