TUNE: BEAN LEAVES YELLOW

豆叶黄

In empty courtyard from players the swing is free;

秋千人散小庭空，

The burned-out incense and dim lamplight sadden me.

麝冷灯昏愁杀侬。

On marble steps with flowing sleeves I stand alone

独有闲阶两袖风。

To watch the dimming moon

月胧胧，

As in fine rain stands a lonely blooming pear-tree.

一树梨花细雨中。