Poems about love and lover's separation include:
1. "Two Farewell Poems (Part 2)" by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
p>Sentimental but always seeming ruthless, I just feel like I can’t laugh in front of the bottle.
Candles say farewell with intention and shed tears for others until dawn.
If the candle on the desk has a heart, it will also say goodbye. You see, it sheds tears for us until dawn.
2. "Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
When the lotus leaves grow, spring hates them, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them.
Knowing that the love will always be there, I look at the sound of the river at the head of the river.
Translation:
When the lotus leaves first grow, the hatred of spring has already arisen. When the lotus leaves wither, autumn resentment comes again.
I deeply know that as long as we are alive in this world, our love will last forever. How melancholy, only the sound of the endless river water.
3. "Leaving a Farewell Wife" by Su Wu of the Western Han Dynasty
Original text:
When we become husband and wife, there is no doubt about their love. Joy is in this evening, and grace is in good times.
Zheng Fu is pregnant with the road ahead, and he looks at the night. All the ginseng and dust are gone, go and say goodbye.
We are on the battlefield, but we haven’t seen each other for a long time. Shake hands and let out a long sigh, crying to make a living.
Love Chunhua with all your strength, and don’t forget the happy times. Life is a time to come back, death is a longing for love.
Translation:
They have been married since adulthood, and they love each other without any doubt. The joy is only tonight, and we should take advantage of this beautiful moment to be happy.
Expeditioners are always thinking about going on the road, so they get up to see how late at night it will be. No stars can be seen in the sky, and we are gone forever.
After being ordered to go to the battlefield, the two of them had not yet met each other. Hold hands tightly and sigh loudly, and cry more when parting.
Try to cherish your youth and don’t forget the happy times. We should come back again when we are alive, and we should miss each other forever when we die.
4. "Altair Far Far Away" by an unknown person of the Eastern Han Dynasty
Original text:
Altair Far Far Away, a Han woman in the Jiao Jiao River.
The slender hands are used to make tricks.
I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain.
The river is clear and shallow, how far apart is it?
The water is full of water, and the pulse is speechless.
Translation:
The distant and bright Altair, the bright and distant Vega.
The Weaver Girl is swinging her long, white hands, and the loom is making a lot of noise.
Because she was lovesick, she couldn't knit any pattern all day long, and her tears fell like rain.
There is only a clear and shallow Milky Way between them, so the distance between them is not too far.
Separated on both sides of the clear and shallow Milky Way, they stared at each other in silence and with affection.
5. Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty wrote "The Ringing Rain·The Chilling Cicadas are Sorrowful"
Original text:
The chilling cicadas are pitiful, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqing Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? ?
Translation:
The cicadas after autumn were chirping so sadly and urgently. Facing the pavilion, it was evening, and a heavy rain had just stopped. We set up a tent outside Kyoto to say goodbye, but we were not in the mood to have a drink. When we were reluctant to leave, the people on the boat were already urging us to set off.
We held hands and looked at each other, with tears streaming down our faces. Until the end, we were speechless, with thousands of words stuck in our throats. Thinking of going back to the south, one journey after another, thousands of miles away, a sea of ??smoke, and the misty night sky in Chudi was actually endless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is separation, not to mention this bleak and desolate autumn, how can we bear the sorrow of separation! Who knows where I will be when I wake up tonight? I am afraid that only the bank of willows will face the shrill morning wind and the waning moon at dawn.
I have been separated for many years and the people I love are no longer together. I expect that even if we encounter good weather and beautiful scenery, it will be like nothing. Even if you are full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?
6. Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty "Partridge Sky: The jackdaws are sad in the evening"
Original text:
The jackdaws are sad in the evening. The willow pond is fresh green but gentle. If you don’t have hatred in your eyes, you don’t believe that there are white heads in the world.
My intestines are broken and my tears are hard to hold back. Acacia returns to the Little Red Mansion. Love and knowledge have been blocked by mountains, and I often lean against the railings and cannot feel free.
Translation:
The jackdaws returning to their nests in the setting sun evokes sadness in me. Only the tender green shoots of the pond willow trees showed tenderness. If I hadn't personally experienced the torment of separation and separation, I would never have believed that there are really people in this world who are sad and grow old.
The heart is broken and the tears are hard to hold back. With a feeling of lovesickness, I once again boarded the Little Red Building. Even though he knew that there were countless mountains blocking the sky in the distance, he still couldn't help but lean on the railing and stare at it without stopping.
7. "Die Lian Hua·Standing and Leaning on a Dangerous Building, the Breeze is Slowly Blowing" by Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
Standing and leaning on a dangerous building, the breeze is blowing softly, looking forward to the sorrow of spring , the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word to say who will be silent.
I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
Translation:
I stood on a high building, with the thin spring breeze blowing in my face, looking far into the distance, endless sorrow filled the sky gloomily. The setting sun was shining slantingly and the grass was misty. Who could understand my intention of leaning silently on the railing?
I wanted to indulge myself and get drunk. When I raised my wine glass during the singing, I felt that I was trying to have fun but it was not interesting. I don't feel any regret as I lose weight day by day. I am willing to be haggard for you.
8. Modern Wang Guowei's "Butterfly Love Flower·Reading the Pain of Parting at the End of the World"
Original text:
Reading the Pain of Farewell at the End of the World, Returning Without the Way, Lost The flowers are as promised. The flowers looked at each other without saying a word, and the spring sky was dusk through the green window.
When the lovesickness lamp is turned on, there is a wisp of new love and thousands of old hatreds. The worst thing is that the world can't keep it, and the beautiful face is like the flower in the mirror and the tree.
Translation:
I have already gone through the pain of parting at the end of the world, but I didn’t expect that when I came back, I would see the flowers in such a scattered state. She and I looked at each other sadly under the flowers, without saying a word. The spring under the green window is as late as the weather.
I was planning to talk about my lovesickness after farewell under the late night lights. However, a little bit of new joy brought back endless old hatreds. The most unforgettable thing in the world is the youth that is gone forever in the mirror and the falling flowers from the trees.