TUNE: GAZING EAST OF THE RIVER

The west and east are severed by misty trees,

We cannot see the eastern road as we please.

I think I can go there only in dream,

Where I may not fear to be barred by the stream.

I’ve written countless letters by lamplight,

And tried to find a messenger, but in vain.

E’en if I may confide them to wild geese in flight,

It will be late autumn again.

望江东

江水西头隔烟树，

望不见江东路。

思量只有梦来去，

更不怕，江阑住。

灯前写了书无数，

算没个人传与。

直说寻得雁吩咐，

又还是，秋将暮。