"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" is a work by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
The literal meaning of the poem:
The Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty was lustful and wanted to find a perfect beauty day and night. He had ruled the country for many years, but he could not find a suitable one.
Yang Xuanying had a daughter who had just grown up and was very beautiful. She was raised in a boudoir, and outsiders did not know how beautiful she was.
Born with beauty, it is difficult to abandon it for a long time; one day, she will be chosen to be the emperor's concubine.
When she looked back and smiled, she was full of charm and charm; all the concubines in the Sixth Palace were overshadowed.
It was cold in spring, so the emperor sent her to take a bath in Huaqing Pool; the hot springs were moist and washed her body like gelatin.
The maid supported her like a soft hibiscus emerging from the water; she was so delicate and tender when she was first moistened by the emperor's grace.
Her hair on her temples is like clouds, her face is like flowers, and she wears a golden walking stick on her head; she spends a warm spring night with the emperor in the hibiscus tent.
The love is so deep that the spring night is too short, so I sleep until the sun rises; the king is so deeply in love with his children that he never goes to court in the morning again.
I accept your pleasure and serve you, and accompany you all day long; I stay with you every night during spring outings, and you are inseparable.
There are three thousand concubines in the harem, all of whom are as beautiful as goddesses. Three thousand beauties cannot be tempted, but the emperor only favors her.
In the golden house, Gillian is dressed in makeup, and she stays with her every night; after a hearty banquet in the Jade Tower, drunkenness accompanies the heart of spring.
Sisters were granted the title of madam, brothers were granted the title of minister, and they received fiefdoms and awards; the Yang family had a brilliant family life, which was enviable and desirable.
As a result, parents all over the world have changed their wishes; everyone despises having a boy and only wants to have a little daughter.
In the Huaqing Palace at the northern foot of Lishan Mountain, the Jade Tower towers into the clouds; fairy music drifts wherever the breeze passes, and can be heard in all directions.
The songs and slow dances are often in time, and the orchestral melodies are vivid; the king watches all day long, and his desire is endless.
Suddenly the war drums of Yuyang rang, shaking the earth and shaking the palace; frightening the dancing singers, they stopped playing the song of colorful clothes and feathers.
The nine-story city tower and palace palace were surrounded by beacon fires and smoke filled the sky; thousands of troops and horses protected the king, and fled straight to the southwest.
The Cuihua dragon flag waved all the way, and the team walked and stopped; leaving the capital a hundred miles west, they arrived at the post station Maweiting.
Longwu Army and Yulin Army, the Sixth Army had no choice but to leave; the lingering and aggrieved beauty finally died in front of the horse.
The ornaments on the imperial concubine’s head are scattered all over the ground and no one cares about them; the emerald green gorse scratches her head, one by one the precious headdresses.
The king's love could not save her, so she covered her face and cried in tears; looking back at this tragic situation, tears and blood flowed down her cheeks.
The autumn wind blows away the fallen leaves, and the loess dust has disappeared; the winding path winds through the plank road, and the team climbs onto the Sword Gate.
The road under Mount Emei is dangerous and narrow, and the road to Shu is difficult and rarely traveled; the flags are dim and dull, and the sun is pale and almost dusk.
The water of the long Shu River is turquoise, and the towering Shu Mountain is green; the Holy Lord is sad and misses the noble concubine, and he misses his old love day and night.
Seeing the moonlight in the palace always makes me sad and full of sorrow and resentment; hearing the sound of bells in the night rain, I compose the tragic song Yulinling.
After the war and chaos subsided, the king set out to drive back to the capital. When he arrived at Mawei, he hesitated, unable to bear to leave the heartbroken man.
At the foot of the lush Mawei hillside, in the desolate loess tomb, the beauty’s face is no longer seen, and there is only her grave on the ground.
When you look at your ministers, they look at you with tears on their clothes; when you look at the capital from the east, your heart is sad, and you let the horses gallop back home.
When I returned to Chang'an and entered the palace, I saw that the lotus pond and garden were still the same; there were hibiscus flowers on the Taiye Pond and weeping willows in the Weiyang Palace.
The hibiscus is like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. How can you not miss people when you look at things, and your eyes will inevitably droop when you touch the scenery.
The spring breeze blows open the peach and plum blossoms, which makes people feel extremely sad; the autumn rain drops on the sycamore leaves, making the scene even more lonely and miserable.
The Xingqing Palace and the Ganlu Palace are deserted and autumn grass grows everywhere; the steps inside the palace are covered with fallen leaves and no one has been sweeping them for a long time.
In those days, all the disciples in the Liyuan had white hair; the female officials in the concubine's palace were all old and beautiful.
Fireflies are flying in the palace at night, and my mind is depressed and my heart is confused; I can’t sleep with longing all night long, and I have picked up all the lonely rushes.
Counting the sounds of bells and drums in detail, the longer I count, the longer I feel the night becomes; look at the stars and the sky in the distance, until the dawn shines in the east.
The cold mandarin duck tiles are covered with several layers of frost flowers; the jade quilt with cold thorns, who will use it with the emperor?
A year has passed since life and death were far apart; where is the beauty’s soul, and why did she never come to dream?
There is a famous Taoist priest from Sichuan who is visiting Chang'an. He can use his pious Taoist skills to attract the soul of a noble concubine.
It is so sad to miss him so much that it makes people feel sympathy for the king; so he asks the alchemists to work hard and search for him diligently.
Riding the clouds into the sky, moving horizontally and straight like lightning; ascending to heaven and earth to seek, searching all over heaven and earth.
I searched all over the blue sky, searched all over the underworld; the sky was vast and the earth was green, but I couldn’t find it anywhere.
Suddenly I heard that there is Penglai Mountain, a fairy mountain in the East China Sea. The fairy mountain stands in the clouds, and the clouds come and go, and the mist disappears.
The exquisitely carved pavilions and pavilions are supported by colorful auspicious clouds; there are countless gods and goddesses, all graceful and colorful.
Among the thousands of beautiful fairies, there is one named Taizhen. Her skin is like snow and looks like a flower, as if she is the person she is looking for.
The alchemist was in the west wing of the Golden Palace, knocking on the white jade door; he asked his maid Xiaoyu to call Shuangcheng to report.
Suddenly I heard the announcement: The emperor of the Tang Dynasty came to envoy; the Taizhen Immortal in Jiuhua tent was shocked in his sleep.
Pushing away the sleeping pillow and grabbing my coat, I got up in a hurry and wandered around; the pearls, gold and silver screens were open all the way.
Wu Qi’s beard was half angled, and it looked like he had just woken up from sleep. He didn’t care about the uneven flower crown and hurried down to the hall.
The breeze blows and flutters the sleeves, and the steps are light and fluttering; as if they were dancing in colorful clothes and feathers in the palace.
On the lonely and sad face, tears are scattered everywhere; just like a branch of pear blossoms after the new rain in spring.
Looking affectionately at the emperor’s envoy, asking him to thank the king deeply: After a long farewell on Mawei slope, the news and appearance were unclear.
The love in the Zhaoyang Palace has been severed over the years and months; the time spent in the Penglai Palace is like a fairyland that lasts forever.
Looking back and leaning down, I saw billowing yellow dust covering the world; I could only see layers of dust and mist, and Kyoto and Chang'an could not be seen.
I can only send you a token of love to express my deep affection; sending you a golden hairpin in a golden box may comfort the king;
I will keep half of the golden hairpin, and the golden hairpin will fit together. I will keep one for my son; I will break the gold hairpins and divide them into boxes, and each person will keep half of them.
I hope that our two hearts are as strong as hairpins; no matter in heaven or on earth, we will meet each other one day;
As I say goodbye, I would like to ask the alchemist attentively and send my thoughts and feelings to the king. There was an oath in the message, and only they knew it in their hearts.
On the night of July 7th of that year, we met in the Palace of Eternal Life. In the middle of the night, no one whispered to each other, and we both made an oath to the sky:
In the sky, we are willing to fly together like pheasants; On earth, we are willing to never be separated from each other.
Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end; only this hatred of life and death will never end.
The whole poem is as follows:
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, but he could not get it for many years.
There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king.
Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.
The waiter lifts up the weakling, which is the beginning of new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.
The spring night is short and the sun is rising. From now on, the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure time for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night.
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet.
Sisters and brothers are all in the earth, and they are poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but to be reborn as girls.
The blue clouds enter from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, dancing and dancing on silk and bamboo, the king is not satisfied with it all day long.
The sound of Yuyang's flying rhinoceros stirred the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward.
The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse.
There is no one to collect the flowers and flowers on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed.
The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin.
The Shujiang River is green and the Shushan Mountains are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the heartbreaking sound of bells in the rain at night.
The sky spins and the earth spins back to Long Yu, and he hesitates and cannot go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan died.
The emperor and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lotuses and willows blooming in Taiye.
The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this.
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.
There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old.
The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep.
At the beginning of the long night, the stars are about to dawn.
The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold.
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.
Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can touch the soul with his sincerity.
To appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.
The empty air rushes like lightning, ascending to the heavens and entering the earth to seek for all.
The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void.
The exquisite pavilions are filled with five clouds, and there are many fairies among them.
There is a character in the book who is too real and has a snow-skinned and colorful appearance.
Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and turn to the small jade to get a double success.
Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent was frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the bead foil silver screen meanders open.
The hair on the temples is half fresh when sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall.
The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague.
Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace.
Looking back and looking down at the world, I can see the dust and mist in Chang'an.
I will send my old things to express my deep affection, and send my hairpin to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces.
But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other.
On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever.