TUNE: SPRING IN PEACH GROVE

武陵春

Sweet flowers fall to dust when winds abate,

风住尘香花已尽?

Tired, I won’t comb my hair though it is late.

日晚倦梳头。

Things are the same, but he’s no more and all is o’er

物是人非事事休，

Before I speak, how can my tears not pour!

欲语泪先流。

’Tis said at Twin Creek spring is not yet gone.

闻说双溪春尚好，

In a light boat I long to float thereon.

也拟泛轻舟。

But I’m afraid the grief-overladen boat

只恐双溪蚱蜢舟，

Upon Twin Creek can’t keep afloat.

载不动许多愁。