無情汴水自東流，
只載一船離恨、向西州。
The heartless River Bian flows eastward down, Laden with parting grief, you've left the town.
竹溪花浦曾同醉，
酒味多於淚。
Once we got drunk by riverside bamboo and flower, My tears made sweet wine sour.
誰教風鑑在塵埃，
醞造一場煩惱、送人來！
How could a mirror not be stained with dust? Who could predict the trouble brewing up in gust?