TUNE: RIVERSIDE TOWN

A DREAM ON THE NIGHT OF THE 20TH DAY OF THE 1ST MOON 1075

For ten long years the living of the dead knows nought,

Though to my mind not brought,

Could the dead be forgot?

Her lonely grave is far, a thousand miles away.

To whom can I my grief convey?

Revived even if she be, could she still know me?

My face is worn with care,

And frosted is my hair.

Last night I dreamed of coming to my native place;

She was making up her face

Before her mirror with grace.

Each saw the other hushed,

But from our eyes tears gushed.

Can I not be heart-broken when I am awoken

From her grave clad with pines,

Where only the moon shines!

江城子

乙卯正月二十日夜记梦

十年生死两茫茫，

不思量，

自难忘。

千里孤坟，

无处话凄凉。

纵使相逢应不识：

尘满面，

鬓如霜。

夜来幽梦忽还乡，

小轩窗，

正梳妆。

相顾无言，

唯有泪千行。

料得年年肠断处，

明月夜，

短松冈。