Tune: “Joy of Eternal Union”
I lodged at the Pavilion of Swallows in Pengcheng, dreamed of the fair lady Panpan, and wrote the following lyric.
The bright moonlight is like frost white,
The gentle breeze like water clean,
Far and wide extends the scene serene.
In the haven fish leap
And dew-drops roll down lotus leaves
In solitude no man perceives.
A leaf falls in the night so deep,
Then drums beat thrice with a ring so loud
That gloomy, I awake from my dream of the Cloud.
Under the boundless pall of night,
Nowhere again can she be found
Though I’ve searched all the small garden grounds.
A tired wanderer far from home
Vainly through mountains and hills must roam,
His native land rom view is gone.
The Pavilion of Swallows is empty. Where
Is the lady Panpan so fabled and fair?
The Pavilion shows the swallow’s nest is bare.
Both the past and the present are like dreams
From which we have ne’er been awake, it seems.
We have joys and sorrows both old and new,
Some future day others will come to view.
The Yellow tower’s night scenery,
Would they then sigh for me!