TUNE: THE MOON OVER THE WEST RIVER

 

Like dreams pass world affairs untold,

How many autumns in our life are cold!

My corridor is loud with wind-blown leaves at night.

See my brows frown and hair turn white!

Of my poor wine few guests are proud;

The bright moon is oft veiled in cloud.

Who would enjoy with me the mid-autumn moon lonely?

Winecup in hand, northward I look only.

 

 

 

西江月

世事一场大梦，

人生几度秋凉。

夜来风叶已鸣廊，

看取眉头鬓上。

酒贱常愁客少，

月明多被云妨。

中秋谁与共孤光？

把盏凄然北望。