烏夜啼

Wu Ye Ti

Last night there was wind and rain，

The door curtains rustled① with

autumn sounds.

By the burning candles， amid the

hour-glasses②，

Leaning③ upon the pillows④

I was strangely stirred.

The affairs of man go on ever，

like flowing water.

My fleeting⑤ life is but a string of

ethereal⑥ dreams，

The rood to drunkenness is smooth

and even

And should be frequently traveled；

The rest are not fit to tread on.

昨夜風兼雨，簾幃颯颯秋聲。

燭殘漏斷頻依枕，起坐不能平。

世事漫隨流水，算來夢里浮生。

醉鄉路穩宜頻到，此外不堪行。