风雨

李商隐

凄凉宝剑篇， 羁泊欲穷年。

黄叶仍风雨， 青楼自管弦。

新知遭薄俗， 旧好隔良缘。

心断新丰酒， 销愁斗几千。

WIND AND RAIN

Li Shangyin

I ponder on the poem of The Precious Dagger¹.

My road has wound through many years.

...Now yellow leaves are shaken with a gale²;

Yet piping and fiddling³ keep the Blue Houses merry.

On the surface, I seem to be glad of new people;

But doomed⁴ to leave old friends behind me,

I cry out from my heart for Xinfeng wine

To melt away my thousand woes⁵.