English Rendering
That old moonlight - how many times
Did it watch me by plum blossoms, playing chimes?
Calling the jade maiden, undeterred by cold,
To pluck the blooms with fingers bold.
Now like He Xun, aged and worn,
I've lost my spring-breeze verse, forlorn.
Yet wonder why beyond bamboo, sparse flowers
Send cold fragrance to my jade bowers.
Riverlands so still, so deep,
Snow starts to pile where longings creep.
Jade cups brim with easy tears,
Red buds brood on silent years.
I always remember where we stood,
A thousand trees weighed West Lake's chill flood.
Now petals scatter one by one -
When shall we meet under the sun?
