You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man. You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves. Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? . No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are. I can only miss you with my eyes open all night, and I will repay my gratitude for my life without raising my eyebrows.
Translation:
You are like Xie Gong's favorite daughter, and nothing goes well when you marry a poor man like me. When you see me naked, you look into the box. You unplugged Chai Jin and bought wine because I wanted it. You fill your hunger with wild vegetables but say the food is sweet. You use fallen leaves as wages and dead branches to cook. Today, my senior official, Hou Lu, has passed away, and I'd like to send you some spirits to ask you to cross over.
We used to joke about the arrangement behind it, but now it's all presented as you said. The clothes you wore are almost finished, and I can't bear to open your sewing box. Because I miss you, I love my servant very much. I dreamed of you many times, and I burned paper and money for you. Everyone knows that couples will always be sad, and it is extremely sad to think of many past events.
Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short. How long is a hundred years? Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife. Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
Extended data background:
This group of three poems was written in 8 1 1 year (Yuan and six years), when Yuan Zhen was appointed as Dongtai in charge of supervising the imperial history. It is said that this group of poems was written in 822 AD (the second year of Changqing). This was written by Yuan Zhen in memory of his original wife who died.
Appreciate:
The poet used Deng You and Pan Yue as metaphors, pretending to be philosophical and meaningless, but revealed the pain of childlessness and wife loss. Then I turned my hope out of despair, thinking that the couple would be buried together after their death and get married again in the next life. It's just that this illusory fantasy is harder to count on and therefore more desperate. The dead are gone, and nothing in the past can make up for it.
The next poem is getting more and more sad, and the poet seems to be confessing to his wife: I will always think of you, and I will repay your "no eyebrows" with my eyes open all night, which shows the author's infatuation and grief.