See Southern willow trees
To tender flowers smile with ease!
The fallen petals will adorn your cup of wine;
The willow branches hanging low caress your head,
Each inch a beauty spread.
See the Southern moon look
Now like a mirror, now like a hook:
A mirror in which no rosy faces shine,
A hook on which hangs no curtain red,
It ever shines on sleepless bed.
江南柳，
花柳两相柔。
花片落叶粘酒盏，
柳条低处拂人头，
各自是风流。
江南月，
如镜复如钩。
似镜不侵红粉面，
似钩不挂画帘头，
长是照离愁。