English Rendering
I dream my leaflike boat on the vast lake afloat,
Snowlike waves surge up for miles and whiten the air.
I wake to find Mount Lu resplendent to my eye,
Blue cliffs upon blue cliffs open against the sky.
I've suffered setbacks all my life long;
You and I sing alike the roamer's song.
Dreaming of boating on the lake,
I like the thrilling scene when awake,
And feel as happy as the shuttle flies.
You will set sail in western breeze tomorrow;
I'll croon in tears for you a new verse full of sorrow.
When Poet Qu is gone,the Southern Mountain's bare.
Sweet orchids and clovers will lose their hue
Like the poet of Willow Branch Song,you
Will go farther southwest.
But you may compose as a guest.
And then who says
The modern age cannot surpass the bygone days?
