FOR LU THE FLUTIST
赠卢长笛
We made merry by Sandy Stream on olden day,
沙河塘上旧游嬉，
When you were young and gay.
卢郎少年时。
You blew your flute wafting to the moon with the breeze,
一声长笛月中吹，
And flew with cloud and wild geese.
和云和雁飞。
Surprized how stars on high
惊物换，
And things below have changed, I sigh.
叹星移。
We look at each other with temples grey.
相看两鬓丝。
In broken-hearted royal garden grass grows drear;
断肠吴苑草萋萋，
Leaning on rails, we wait for one never to appear.
倚楼人未归。