春阴漠漠，

海棠花底东风恶；

人情不似春情薄，

守着花枝不放花零落。

绿樽细细供春酌，

酒醒无奈愁如昨；

殷勤把酒祝东风，

莫苦吹花，

何似吹愁去？

My Tender Heart

Guan Jian

The vernal skies are spread with dismal clouds;

Beneath the apple trees the eastern wind blows foul.

Spring has not so tender a heart as I,

Who watch the blossoms, wishing them never to decay.

Deliberately I spend the spring days in my emerald cup;

But, alas! When I am sobered, my griefs come fresh as ever.

I humbly beseech you, Eastern Wind:

Do not blow hard upon the flowers,

Why not blow my griefs away?