TUNE: THE LOVER’S RETURN

The cold of Southern sky dissolves into wind and rain;

The courtyard’s deep in vain.

From the watchtowers wafts the young prince’s song,

How the dreary night appears long!

I wake from dreams

Of native streams;

And I feel only

My soul so lonely.

After the vicissitude

I pass the New Year’s Eve in solitude.

The wild geese might bring letters to a southern town,

But there’re no wild geese farther down.

阮郎归

湘天风雨破寒初，

深沉庭院虚。

丽谯吹罢小单于，

迢迢清夜徂。

乡梦断，

旅魂孤，

峥嵘岁又除。

衡阳犹有雁传书，

郴阳和雁无。