TUNE: PLAYING FLUTE RECALLED ON PHOENIX TERRACE

凤凰台上忆吹箫

Incense in gold

香冷金猊，

Censer is cold;

被翻红浪，

I toss in bed,

起来慵自梳头。

Quilt like waves red.

任宝奁尘满，

Getting up idly, I won’t comb my hair;

日上帘钩。

My dressing table undusted, I leave it there.

生怕离怀别恨，

Now the sun seems to hang on the drapery’s hook.

多少事，

I fear the parting grief would make me sadder look.

欲说还休。

I’ve much to say, yet pause as soon as I begin.

新来瘦，

Recently I’ve grown thin,

非干病酒，

Not that I’m sick with wine,

不是悲秋。

Nor that for autumn sad I pine.

休休！这回去也，

Be done, be done!

千万遍阳关，

Once you are gone,

也则难留。

However many parting songs we sing anew,

念武陵人远，

We can’t keep you.

烟锁秦楼。

Far, far away you pass your days;

唯有楼前流水，

My bower here is drowned in haze.

应念我终日凝眸。

In front there is a running brook

凝眸处，

That could never forget my longing look.

从今又添，

From now on, where

一段新愁。