rén rén jìn shuō jiāng nán hǎo,
yóu rén zhǐ hé jiāng nán lǎo。
chūn shuǐ bì yú tiān,
huà chuán tīng yǔ mián。
lú biān rén sì yuè,
hào wàn níng shuāng xuě。
wèi lǎo mò hái xiāng,
hái xiāng xū duàn cháng。
Everyone has praise for Chiang-nan fair;
A traveller may well get old there.
The spring water is bluer than the unclouded sky.
In a painted barge listening to the rain I lie.
The tavern maid by the stove is fair like the moon.
With arms white as frost and snow stream.
Do not go home before you get old;
If you do, your heart'll get stone cold.