二月已破三月來，

February is gone and March is coming;

漸老逢春能幾回。

for how many years can we old men still expect Spring?

莫思身外無窮事，

So forget all those mere worldly things;

且盡生前有限杯。

just finish the limited cups the moment we are drinking.

PS  My elder brother recited subject poem last evening when he and I had dinner together.  FYI, he is pushing 75, and I am 73 now.