English Rendering
We visited riverside village hand in hand,
Letting snowlike mume flowers on silk dress fall.
How can I stand
The soul-consuming fairy land!
Now severed from you for years long,
Hearing the same old song,
CanI forget the lakeside hall,
The temple on the Lonely Hill
And Golden Gate waves overfill?
Wherever we went on whatever day,
We have written a thousand lines.
The silken sleeves would sweep the dust away.
Since we parted, who
Would often think of you?
The moon which on the lake shines,
The lakeside willow trees,
The cloud and breeze.
