"Decay and decline": deep knowledge have I of Sung Yu's grief. Romantic and refined, he too is my teacher. Sadly looking across a thousand autumns, one shower of tears, Melancholy in different epochs, not at the same time. Among rivers and mountains his old abode – empty his writings; Deserted terrace of cloud and rain – surely not just imagined in a dream? Utterly the palaces of Chu are all destroyed and ruined, The fishermen pointing them out today are unsure.