TUNE: SONG OF A SOUTHERN COUNTRY

 

The capital’s been ruled by kings since days gone by.

The rich green and lush gloom breathe a majestic sigh.

Like dreams has passed the reign of four hundred long years,

Which calls forth tears.

Ancient laureates were buried like their ancient peers.

Along the river I go where I will;

Up city walls and watch towers I gaze my fill.

Do not ask what has passed without leaving a trail!

To what avail?

The endless river rolls in vain beyond the rail.

南乡子

自古帝王州，

郁郁葱葱佳气浮。

四百年来成一梦，

堪愁。

晋代衣冠成古丘。

绕水恣行游，

上尽层城更上楼。

往事悠悠君莫问，

回头。

槛外长江空自流。