十年生死两茫茫！

For ten years, the living roves and the dead stays.

不思量，

　　I don’t think about you often,

自难忘。

　　yet cannot forget you either.

千里孤坟，

With your grave a thousand miles away,

无处话凄凉。

　　where can I tell my loneliness?

纵使相逢应不识，

Even if we met, how could you recognize me,

尘满面，

　　with dust all over my face

鬓如霜。

　　and hair like frost?

夜来幽梦忽还乡。

小轩窗，

Last night in a dream I suddenly returned home.

正梳妆。

　　By a little window,

相顾无言，

　　you were making yourself up.

惟有泪千行。

We looked at each other in silence,

料得年年肠断处，

　　with tears coursing down our cheeks.

明月夜，

I can envisage every year the heart-breaking place:

短松冈。

　　the moon shines at night

　　on the mound of short pines.