A creek full of duckweed
Girt with green willow trees,
On western shore I bade my parting friend goodbye.
When I came back, the moon hung low over the hill.
On mist-veiled-rill
Blows chilly breeze.
Leaning on painted gate
Again I wait
For my friend’s neighing steed;
I see gulls fly
Pair by pair
In cold air.
满溪，
柳绕堤，
相送行人溪水西。
回时陇月低。
烟霏霏，
雨凄凄，
重倚朱门听马嘶。
寒鸥相对飞。