gǔ tái yáo luò hòu， qiū rì wàng xiāng xīn。
　　 yě sì lái rénshào， yún fēng shuǐ gé shēn。
　　 xī yáng yǐ jiù lěi， hán qìng mǎn kōng lín。
　　 chóu chàng nán cháo shì， cháng jiāng dú zhì jīn。

　　So autumn breaks my homesick heart....
　　Few pilgrims venture climbing to a temple so wild,
　　Up from the lake, in the mountain clouds.
　　...Sunset clings in the old defences,
　　A stone gong shivers through the empty woods.
　　...Of the Southern Dynasty, what remains?
　　Nothing but the great River.

　　liú luò zhēng nán jiāng， céng qū shí wàn shī。
　　 bà guān wú jiù yè， lǎo qù liàn míng shí。
　　 dú lì sān biān jìng， qīng shēng yī jiàn zhī，
　　 máng máng jiāng hàn shàng， rì mù fù hé zhī。

　　Sad wanderer, once you conquered the South,
　　Commanding a hundred thousand men;
　　Today, dismissed and dispossessed,
　　In your old age you remember glory.
　　Once, when you stood, three borders were still;
　　Your dagger was the scale of life.
　　Now, watching the great rivers, the Jiang and the Han,
　　On their ways in the evening, where do you go?

　　wàng jūn yān shuǐ kuò， hún shǒu lèi zhān jīn。
　　 fēi niǎo méi hé chù， qīng shān kōng xiàng rén。
　　 cháng jiāng yī fān yuǎn， luò rì wǔ hú chūn。
　　 shuí jiàn tīng zhōu shàng， xiāng sī chóu bái píng。

　　Toward a mist upon the water
　　Still I wave my hand and sob,
　　For the flying bird is lost in space
　　Beyond a desolate green mountain....
　　But now the long river, the far lone sail,
　　five lakes, gleam like spring in the sunset;
　　And down an island white with duckweed
　　Comes the quiet of communion.

　　yī lù jīng xíng chù， méi tái jiàn lǚ hén。
　　 bái yún yǐ jìng zhǔ， chūn cǎo bì xián mén。
　　 guò yǔ kàn sōng sè， suí shān dào shuǐ yuán。
　　 xī huā yǔ chán yì， xiāng duì yì wàng yán。

　　Walking along a little path,
　　I find a footprint on the moss,
　　A while cloud low on the quiet lake,
　　Grasses that sweeten an idle door,
　　A pine grown greener with the rain,
　　A brook that comes from a mountain source –
　　And, mingling with Truth among the flowers,
　　I have forgotten what to say.

　　xiāng xīn xīn suì qiē， tiān pàn dú shān rán。
　　 lǎo zhì jū rén xià， chūn guī zài kè xiān。
　　 lǐng yuán tóng dàn mù， jiāng liǔ gòng fēng yān。
　　 yǐ sì cháng shā fù， cóng jīn yòu jǐ nián。

　　New Year's only deepens my longing,
　　Adds to the lonely tears of an exile
　　Who, growing old and still in harness,
　　Is left here by the homing spring....
　　Monkeys come down from the mountains to haunt me.
　　I bend like a willow, when it rains on the river.
　　I think of Jia Yi, who taught here and died here-
　　And I wonder what my term shall be.

　　shēng yá qǐ liào chéng yōu zhào， shì shì kōng zhī xué zuì gē。
　　 jiāng shàng yuè míng hú yàn guò， huái nán mù luò chǔ shān duō。
　　 jì shēn qiě xǐ cāng zhōu jìn， gù yǐng wú rú báifà hé。
　　 jīn rì lóng zhōng rén gòng lǎo， kuì jūn yóu qiǎn shèn fēng bō。

　　Dare I, at my age, accept my summons,
　　Knowing of the world's ways only wine and song?....
　　Over the moon-edged river come wildgeese from the Tartars;
　　And the thinner the leaves along the Huai, the wider the southern mountains....
　　I ought to be glad to take my old bones back to the capital,
　　But what am I good for in that world, with my few white hairs?....
　　As bent and decrepit as you are, I am ashamed to thank you,
　　When you caution me that I may encounter thunderbolts.

　　sān nián zhé huàn cǐ qī chí， wàn gǔ wéi liú chǔ kè bēi。
　　 qiū cǎo dú xún rén qù hòu， hán lín kōng jiàn rì xié shí。
　　 hàn wén yòu dào 'ēn yóu bó， xiāng shuǐ wú qíng diào qǐ zhī？
　　 jì jì jiāng shān yáo luò chù， lián jūn hé shì dào tiān yá！

　　Here, where you spent your three years' exile,
　　To be mourned in Chu ten thousand years,
　　Can I trace your footprint in the autumn grass –
　　Or only slanting sunlight through the bleak woods?
　　If even good Emperor Wen was cold-hearted,
　　Could you hope that the dull river Xiang would understand you,
　　These desolate waters, these taciturn mountains,
　　When you came, like me, so far away?

　　tīng zhōu wú làng fù wú yān， chǔ kè xiāng sī yì miǎo rán。
　　 hàn kǒu xī yáng xié dù niǎo， dòng tíng qiū shuǐ yuǎn lián tiān。
　　 gū chéng bèi lǐng hán chuī jiǎo， dú shù lín jiāng yè bó chuán。
　　 jiǎ yì shàng shū yōu hàn shì， cháng shā zhé qù gǔ jīn lián。

　　No ripples in the river, no mist on the islands,
　　Yet the landscape is blurred toward my friend in Chu....
　　Birds in the slanting sun cross Hankou,
　　And the autumn sky mingles with Lake Dongting.
　　...From a bleak mountain wall the cold tone of a bugle
　　Reminds me, moored by a ruined fort,
　　That Jia Yi's loyal plea to the House of Han
　　Banned him to Changsha, to be an exile.

　　cāng cāng zhú lín sì， yǎo yǎo zhōng shēng wǎn。
　　 hé lì dài xié yáng， qīng shān dú guī yuǎn。

　　From the temple, deep in its tender bamboos,
　　Comes the low sound of an evening bell,
　　While the hat of a pilgrim carries the sunset
　　Farther and farther down the green mountain.

　　líng líng qī xián shàng， jìng tīng sōng fēng hán。
　　 gǔ diào suī zì 'ài， jīn rén duō bù dàn。

　　Your seven strings are like the voice
　　Of a cold wind in the pines,
　　Singing old beloved songs
　　Which no one cares for any more.

　　gū yún jiāng yě hè， qǐ xiàng rén jiān zhù。
　　 mò mǎi wò zhōu shān， shí rén yǐ zhī chù。

　　Can drifting clouds and white storks
　　Be tenants in this world of ours? –
　　Or you still live on Wuzhou Mountain,
　　Now that people are coming here?

　　rì mù cāng shān yuǎn， tiān hán bái wū pín。
　　 chái mén wén quǎn fèi， fēng xuě yè guī rén。

　　cháo wú hán shì dá， jiā zài jiù shān pín。 xiāng sòng tiān yá lǐ， lián jūn gèng yuǎn rén。

　　qún gōng shuí ràng wèi， wǔ liǔ dú zhī pín。 chóu chàng qīng shān lù， yān xiá lǎo cǐ rén。

　　chū mí wǔ líng lù， fù chū mèng cháng mén。 huí shǒu jiāng nán 'àn， qīng shān yǔ jiù 'ēn。

　　yuè míng huā mǎn dì， jūn zì yì shān yīn。 shuí qiǎn yīn fēng qǐ， fēn fēn luàn cǐ xīn。

　　dì zǐ bù kě jiàn， qiū fēng lái mù sī。 chán juān xiāng jiāng yuè， qiānzǎi kōng 'é méi。

　　cāng wú qiānzǎi hòu， bān zhú duì xiāng yuán。 yù shí xiāng fēi yuàn， zhī zhī mǎn lèi hén。

　　jūn wáng bù kě jiàn， fāng cǎo jiù gōng chūn。 yóu dài luó qún sè， qīng qīng xiàng chǔ rén。

　　qiáo cuì féng xīn suì， máo fēi jiàn jiù chūn。 cháo lái míng jìng lǐ， bù rěn bái tóu rén。

　　piàn fān hé chù qù， pǐ mǎ dú guī chí。 chóu chàng jiāng nán běi， qīng shān yù mù shí。

　　guī rén chéng yě tǐng， dài yuè guò jiāng cūn。 zhèng luò hán cháo shuǐ， xiāng suí yè dào mén。

　　bù zhī fāng wài kè， hé shì suǒ kòngfáng。 yìng xiàng táo yuán lǐ， jiào tā huàn ruǎn láng。

　　líng líng qī sī shàng， jìng tīng sōng fēng hán。 gǔ diào suī zì 'ài， jīn rén duō bù dàn。