The cold of Southern sky dissolves into wind and rain;
The courtyard’s deep in vain.
From the watchtowers wafts the young prince’s song,
How the dreary night appears long!
I wake from dreams
Of native streams;
And I feel only
My soul so lonely.
After the vicissitude
I pass the New Year’s Eve in solitude.
The wild geese might bring letters to a southern town,
But there’re no wild geese farther down.
湘天风雨破寒初，
深沉庭院虚。
丽谯吹罢小单于，
迢迢清夜徂。
乡梦断，
旅魂孤，
峥嵘岁又除。
衡阳犹有雁传书，
郴阳和雁无。