TUNE: RIVERSIDE DAFFODILS

临江仙

All quiet, sparse are mist-veiled willow trees;

烟柳疏疏人悄悄，

In painted bower a flute wafts with the breeze.

画楼风外吹笙。

She leans on rails. Who calls “Rosette” in a voice low,

倚阑低唤小红声，

When incense burnt, to bed she wants to go?

熏香临欲睡，

The water clock shows it’s midnight.

玉漏已三更。

She waits for him to come; just come, again he’ll go,

坐待不来来又去，

Leaving the square courtyard steeped in moonlight.

一方明月中庭。

East of the white-washed wall a small bridge arches low.

粉墙东畔小桥横，

Rising in the shade of flowers, she tries

起来花影下，

To catch with her fan flitting fireflies.

扇子扑流萤。