LISTENING TO RAIN
While young, I listen to rain in the house of song,
Overjoyed in curtained bed
Beside a candle red.
In prime of life I heard rain on the river long,
In lonely boat, when wailed wild geese
Beneath low clouds in western breeze.
Now that I listen to rain under temple’s eave,
My hair turns grey
Like starry ray.
Who cares if men will meet or part, rejoice or grieve?
Can I feel joy or sorrow?
Let it rain till tomorrow!
聽雨
少年聽雨歌樓上,
紅燭昏羅帳。
壯年聽雨客舟中,
江闊云低,
斷雁叫西風(fēng)。
而今聽雨僧廬下,
鬢已星星也。
悲歡離合總無情,
一任階前,
點滴到天明。