Don’t cast away

This handful passion of the bygone day,

Which flows like running water soft and light

Beneath the cool and tranquil fountain,

At dead of night,

In pine-clad mountain,

As vague as sighs, but you

Should e’er be true.

The moon is still so bright;

Beyond the hills the lamp sheds the same light.

The sky besprinkled with star on star,

But I do not know where you are.

It seems

You hang above like dreams.

You ask the dark night to give back your word,

But its echo is heard

And buried though unseen

Deep, deep in the ravine.

（许渊冲 译）