LISTENING TO RAIN
While young, I listen to rain in the house of song,
Overjoyed in curtained bed
Beside a candle red.
In prime of life I heard rain on the river long,
In lonely boat, when wailed wild geese
Beneath low clouds in western breeze.
Now that I listen to rain under temple’s eave,
My hair turns grey
Like starry ray.
Who cares if men will meet or part, rejoice or grieve?
Can I feel joy or sorrow?
Let it rain till tomorrow!
听雨
少年听雨歌楼上，
红烛昏罗帐。
壮年听雨客舟中，
江阔云低，
断雁叫西风。
而今听雨僧庐下，
鬓已星星也。
悲欢离合总无情，
一任阶前，
点滴到天明。