故人江海别,几度隔山川。
乍见翻疑梦,相悲各问年。
孤灯寒照雨,深竹暗浮烟。
更有明朝恨,离杯惜共传。
Long divided by river and sea,
For years we two have failed to meet –
And suddenly to find you seems like a dream....
With a catch in the throat, we ask how old we are.
...Our single lamp shines, through cold and wet,
On a bamboo- thicket sheathed in rain;
But forgetting the sadness that will come with tomorrow,
Let us share the comfort of this farewell wine.