窗外雨潺潺，春意阑珊。罗衾不耐五更寒。
Beyond the curtains, the rain rills.
The sense of spring is about to end.
The sheer coverlet is not warm in the chill of the fifth watch.

梦里不知身是客，一晌贪欢。
In the dreas I don't know that I am a traveler.
For a moment I am avid for joy.

独自莫凭栏，无限江山，别时容易见时难。
Alone, do not lean on the railing.
There are passes and mountains without end.
Times of parting are easy; times of seeing one another are hard.

流水落花春去也，天上人间。
The flowing waters and falling flowers have left,
In heaven and in the human realm.