TUNE: BUDDHIST DANCERS

菩萨蛮

When spring comes and goes, we grow old;

春来春去催人老，

Though older than the young, are we less bold?

老大争肯输年少？

Drunk, the same fiery zeal we’ll show.

醉后少年狂，

What matters if white beard should grow!

白髭殊未妨。

I dance with flowers pinned in the hair;

插花还起舞，

I am master no matter where.

管领风光处。

Wine cup in hand, I ask spring to stay.

把酒共留春，

Be not laughed at by flowers gay!

莫教花笑人！