- by Monk Hongyi (1880-1942)
- Translated by Frank C Yue
By the "good-bye" pavilion,
The old road beside,
Fragrant green grass links up the sky.
Willows sway in the evening breeze,
Dying tunes of the flute will soon cease.
There the setting Sun hangs still
Atop the hills upon hills.
At the sky's edge,
And at the land's horn,
Half of my bosom friends is gone.
A cup of wine un-strained,
Let's drink up what joy still remains.
Tonight -that is growing old -
Our parting dreams may be cold.
By the grass emerald,
The green waves roll,
On the southern bank - how hurting.
In life it's hard to have gatherings!
Only too many
Are the partings!
Friendship like a thousand strings fine;
With a cup of wine,
Parting flute's urging you on your way.
When will you be back again this time?
Now (- just tell me) ,
While returning you'd ne'er tarry!
《送别》 弘一大師 (李叔同)
長亭外,古道邊,
芳草碧連天。
晚風拂柳笛聲殘,
夕陽山外山。
天之涯,地之角,
知交半零落。
一斛(瓢) 濁酒盡餘歡,
今宵别夢寒。
草碧色,水綠波,
南浦傷如何,
人生難得是歡聚,
唯有别離多。
情千缕,酒一杯,
聲聲離笛催,
問君此去幾時還,
來時莫徘徊。
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