Joy of Eternal Union The Pavilion of Swallows
永遇乐
I lodged at the Pavilion of Swallows in Pengcheng, dreamed of the fair lady Panpan, and wrote the following poem.
夜宿燕子楼，梦盼盼，因作此词。
The bright moonlight is like frost white,
The gentle breeze like water clean:
Far and wide extends the night scene.
明月如霜，
好风如水，
清景无限。
In the haven fish leap
And dew-drops roll down lotus leaves
In solitude no man perceives.
曲港跳鱼，
圆荷泻露，
寂寞无人见。
Drums beat thrice in the night so deep,
A leaf falls with a tinkling sound so loud
That gloomy, I awake from my dream of the Cloud.
纹如三鼓，
铿然一叶，
黯黯梦云惊断。
Under the boundless pall of night,
Nowhere again can she be found
Though in the small garden I have walked around.
夜茫茫，
重寻无处，
觉来小园行遍。
A tired wayfarer far from home.
In the mountains may roam,
His native land from view is blocked.
天涯倦客，
山中归路，
望断故园心眼。
The Pavilion of Swallows is empty.
Where Is the lady so fair?
In the Pavilion only swallows‘ nest is locked.
燕子楼空，
佳人何在？
空锁楼中燕。
Both the past and the present are like dreams,
From which we have ne’er been awake, it seems
We have but joys and sorrows old and new.
古今如梦，
何曾梦觉？
但有旧欢新怨。
Some other day others will come to view
The Yellow Tower's night scenery,
Then they would sigh for me!
异时对、黄楼夜景，
为余浩叹！