张可久·《小桃红·离情》

几场秋雨老黄花，

不管离人怕。

一曲哀弦泪双下，

放琵琶，

挑灯羞看围屏画。

声悲玉马，

愁新罗帕，

恨不到天涯。

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Sights over Separation

to the tune of Light Pink

Zhang Kejiu

Chrysanthemums get old, after several gusts of autumn rain,

Despite worries on the part of those who are to leave in pain,

At a sad echo of the lute strings she would herself in tears drown,

With the lute being put down.

Under the lamp she demurely gazes at the painting on the screen,

Outside the door the Aeolian bells give sound so sad and keen,

On her new handkerchief fresh are traces of tears,

Alas, to the earth’s end she sends not her griefs and fears.