For you shall seize your youthful days,
Gather your blossoms while you may,
Do not lay until only empty branches await.
Midnight hours with a lamp,
Morning hours, when the rooster calls,
The best times for a boy to strive forward.
If he does not study hard while his hair is still dark,
it will be too late to regret when his hair turns grey.
A moment of spring night
is worth a thousand gold.
The flowers are sweetly fragranced,
and the moon overcast.
The music from the flute on the balcony plays softly,
the night on the garden swing gets quieter.
For youth, old age comes readily,
yet knowledge is difficult to acquire.
Not having even awakened from a dream
of spring grass beside the pond,
The leaves of the phoenix tree out front
are already shuffling the sounds of autumn.