武陵春
风住尘香花已尽，日晚倦梳头。
物是人非事事休，欲语泪先流。
闻说双溪春尚好，也拟泛轻舟。
只恐双溪舴艋舟，载不动、许多愁。

To the Tune of WU LING SPRING

Wind ceased, the dust is scented
with fallen flowers.

Though day is getting late, I am too weary
to attend my hair.

Things remain as ever, yet his is here no more,
and all is finished.

Fain wound I speak, but tar flow first.

They say that at the Twin Brooks
spring is still fiar.

I, too, wish to row a boat there.

But I am afraid that the little skiff
on the Twin Brooks

Could not bear the heavy load of my grief.