WRITTEN ON THE WALL ON MY WAY TO BOSHAN
书博山道中壁
While young, I knew no grief I could not bear;
少年不识愁滋味，
I’d like to go upstair.
爱上层楼。
I’d like to go upstair
爱上层楼，
To write new verses with a false despair.
为赋新词强说愁。
I know what grief is now that I am old;
而今识尽愁滋味，
I would not have it told.
欲说还休。
I would not have it told,
欲说还休，
But only say I’m glad that autumn’s cold.
却道天凉好个秋。