临江仙·梦后楼台高锁英译

　　Riverside Daffodils

　　Awake from dreams, I find the locked tower high;

　　Sober from wine, I see the curtain hanging low.

　　As last year spring grief seems to grow.

　　Amid the falling blooms alone stand I;

　　In the fine rain a pair of swallows fly.

　　I still remember when I first saw pretty Ping,

　　In silken dress embroidered with two hearts in a ring,

　　Revealing lovesickness by touching pipa’s string.

　　The moon shines bright just as last year;

　　It did see her like a cloud disappear.