I toasted and pleaded with East Wind: please stay longer and do not hasten to leave
from the willow-clad path made of purple clay in the eastern Luoyang,
where walking hand-in-hand we used to tour among various flowers in clusters.
Joyful but short tryst soon became a heartbreaking wrench, left me only endless remorse.
Flowers of this year were ruddier than those of last year,
and next year will be even better, yet I wonder by the time who will be there with me ?