English Rendering
Long into the night I sing "Yang-guan's" refrain,
till my brocade gown by powders and tears stained,
cut off by so much more than rivers and mountains,
rain-showers cover my whispers in seclusion.
In fierce sorrow I go, a heart broken with pain.
I forget which cup this is, or how many I've drained.
Let the flying geese be the messengers we send!
Donglai is not as far as Penglai, that fairy land!
(Translated by Gordon Osing and Julia Min)
