ON PARTING
Thrice I have bidden you goodbye;
This time we’re old with sorrow.
Over white hair and beard we sigh:
Southward you’ll go tomorrow.
Drunk, I’m followed by the moon bright,
Blooms wet with tears as with moonbeams
Will you not come back with moonlight?
The lakeside lane will haunt you in dreams.
诉别
三度别君来，
此别真迟暮。
白尽老髭须，
明日淮南去。
酒罢月随人，
泪湿花如雾。
后月逐君还，
梦绕湖边路。