English Rendering
The emperor was gone just like his autumn breeze;
At night his steed would neigh, at dawn no trace was seen.
By painted rails fragrance still wafts over laurel trees,
His thirty palaces overgrown with mosses green.
Wei eunuch drove a dray to go a long, long way;
In Eastern Pass the sour wind stung the bronze's eyes.
Only the moon of yore saw him leave palace door;
Thinking of his dear lord, he shed tears and heaved sighs.
Withered orchid would say, "Farewell and go your way."
Heaven would have grown old if it could feel as man.
He went with moon-shaped plate beneath the moon desolate;
The waves unheard, far from the town the horses ran.
