扬州慢·秋怨 / Melancholy of Autumn

十五阑干，廿三花树，万千远岫沉浮。

试吹箫挽剑，怎奈病难酬。

挹菊蕊、残香满袖，雨销人黯，白鬓幽幽。

是往年、不忍东流，皆付清秋。

I walked along the marble handrail,

under the flourished flower-blooms, 

straight into mountains flowing far.

My ill body shortened my steps.

Picking chrysanthemums, the fading scents

Flowed around my sleeves;

The dusk-rain dyed my silver hair darken – 

It was thou old years, I feared for flowing east,

Which, all ended in the sparse autumn.

故国望断，莫回头、听尽悲愁。

总恨换烛烧，孤影阑珊，浇散闲楼。

倦到紫烟寒透，芦霜浸、晓雾沙洲。

至于棂中碧，秋声可未多留。

I looked for the old lands – 

However, those journeys all ended with nostalgia.

The candles were molten, reflecting the shadow

Lonely in the pavilion tranquil.

I meandered,

until the rise of purple fog among the mountains,

Till the dews on the bulrush,

Soaked the whitened sand-islands in the mists. 

As for the jadeite greenness in my windows, 

The sound of autumn never allows them to live.