Tune: "Sand Washed by Waves"
Things bygone engender nothing but unbearable sorrow,
With present scenes before my very eyes.
Autumn wind blows on courtyard steps
O'ergrown with moss,
Pearl blinds hang idly unfurled under the eaves.
Who will come to visit
This livelong day?
Sunk and buried is the iron-girded chain in the Yangtze;
Gone to waste long since my imperial sway.
Evening cool, a cloudless sky, luminous moonrise—
Reminders of jade towers and jeweled palaces of old
That now cast their shadows over the Ch'in-huai
With present scenes before my very eyes.
Autumn wind blows on courtyard steps
O'ergrown with moss,
Pearl blinds hang idly unfurled under the eaves.
Who will come to visit
This livelong day?
Sunk and buried is the iron-girded chain in the Yangtze;
Gone to waste long since my imperial sway.
Evening cool, a cloudless sky, luminous moonrise—
Reminders of jade towers and jeweled palaces of old
That now cast their shadows over the Ch'in-huai
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