Warm rain and soft breeze by turns
Have just broken
And driven away the chill.
Moist as the pussy willows,
Light as the plum blossoms,
Already I feel the heart of Spring vibrating.
But now who will share with me
The joys of wine and poetry?
Tears streak my rouge.
My hairpins are too heavy.
I put on my new quilted robe
Sewn with gold thread
And throw myself against a pile of pillows,
Crushing my phoenix hairpins.
Alone, all I can embrace is my endless sorrow.
I know a good dream will never come.
So I stay up till past midnight
Trimming the lamp flower’s smoking wick.

雨水和溫暖的微風，輪流
剛剛打破
並趕走了寒冷。
潮濕的貓柳，
作為梅花燈，
我的心已經感到春天的勃勃生機。
但是現在誰與我分享
葡萄酒的樂趣和詩歌？
我的眼淚連勝胭脂。
我的髮夾是太重了。
我把我的新棉長袍
用金線縫製
並拋出一堆對自己的枕頭，
破碎我的鳳凰髮夾。
孤獨的，所有我都可以接受的是我無盡的悲哀。
我知道一個好夢想永遠不會出現。
所以我留了過去，直到午夜
修剪花燈的燈芯吸煙。