TUNE: SPRING IN PAINTED HALL

Lanes paved with fallen reds, the pool’s full to the brim;

In drizzling rain the sunrays swim.

The apricot garden languishes with cuckoos’ cries.

What can I do when away spring flies?

I mount alone the willow-shaded tower,

Leaning on rails, my hand plays with a flower.

Silent, I let it go when sunset glows.

Who knows my grief? Who knows?

画堂春

落红铺径水平池，

弄睛小雨霏霏。

杏园憔悴杜鹃啼，

无奈春归。

柳外画楼独上，

凭栏手捻花枝。

放花无语对斜晖，

此恨谁知？