Farewell at the Pavilion Translated by Ken Liu Night raindrops fill the rice paper, and Tears streams a yearner, Up the pavilion, late in autumn Drenches the willowy riverbanks Hazy, chilled, relish There drifts a melody of veiled agony Muted all night by a sip of mellow wine It tastes like your fairy charm, beyond reach Ink splashed, I engrave in the scrolls My softest, unbounded cravings I capture not my aching heart But how I dreamed of seeing You turn around smiling Even a flash of such thought Will suck me in and soak me In the torrential pavilion I reminisce not a fervent memory But to fare you well Those tender feelings, those years Grow in me, for as long as I go