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<!--td {border: 1px solid #cccccc;}br {mso-data-placement:same-cell;}-->Here is the complete English translation of Bai Juyi’s poem, ***"Song of Everlasting Regret" (长恨歌)***: --- **Song of Everlasting Regret** The Han emperor, devoted to beauty, sought a country-tilting rare face, Yet after ruling for many years, his search was still in vain. A daughter of the Yang family had just grown to maidenhood, Reared deep in the inner chambers, unknown to the outside world. With beauty endowed by Heaven, too precious to remain hidden, She was chosen one morning to serve by the monarch's side. When she turned her head and smiled, a hundred charms were born, Rendering all the painted beauties of the six palaces colorless. In the chill of spring, she was granted a bath at Huaqing Pool, Where the smooth hot spring water washed her fair, smooth skin. Attendants raised her up, so delicate and weak, And thus began the moment she first enjoyed the imperial favor. With cloud-like hair, flower-like face, and shaking golden hairpins, They spent warm spring nights inside the lotus-patterned curtains. The spring nights were too short, and the sun rose high in the sky; From then on, the monarch no longer attended early morning court. Serving at banquets and entertaining him left no leisure time, Accompanying his outings in spring and monopolizing his nights. Though three thousand beauties filled the rear palaces, Three thousand favors were concentrated on her alone. Dressed exquisitely in her golden chamber, she served his night; Finishing the banquet in the jade tower, she was drunk with spring. Her sisters, brothers, and relatives all received titles and lands, Bringing an enviable luster and glory to her family line. This made all parents across the land change their hearts, Wishing for baby daughters rather than baby sons. High up in the Li Palace, the towers reached the blue clouds, Where divine music drifted on the wind and was heard everywhere. Gentle songs and slow dances blended with strings and flutes; All day long, the monarch watched and could never get enough. Then the battle drums of Yuyang came thundering, shaking the earth, Shattering the serene melody of the *Rainbow and Feather Garment Dance*. Dust and smoke arose over the ninefold gates of the capital city; Thousands of chariots and riders fled toward the southwest. The imperial banner swayed and halted, moving then stopping again, Having traveled just over a hundred *li* west of the capital gates. The six armies refused to march, and nothing could be done, Until the delicate lady with moth-like eyebrows died before their horses. Her floral ornaments fell to the ground, with no one to gather them— Feathered hairpins, golden birds, and jade hairpicks scattered. The monarch covered his face, unable to save her; Turning back to look, tears of blood streamed down together. Yellow dust scattered in the desolate wind; They climbed the winding wooden catwalks of Jiange Pass. Below Mount Emei, few travelers were seen; The banners lost their color, and the sunlight grew dim. The rivers of Shu flowed green and its mountains stood blue, Yet day and night, the Sovereign's heart was filled with longing. From the temporary palace, the moon looked full of sorrow, And the sound of night rain and wind bells broke his heart. Heaven turned and the earth shifted; the emperor returned his carriage, Reaching the place where she died, he lingered, unable to leave. In the mud beneath Mawei Slope, The beautiful face was gone; only the lonely place of death remained. Emperor and ministers looked at each other, their clothes soaked in tears; Riding east toward the capital gates, they let the horses wander. Upon returning, the lakes and gardens were all as before— The lotuses of Taiye Lake, the willows of Weiyang Palace. The lotuses resembled her face, the willows her eyebrows; Facing them now, how could he not shed tears? When spring winds brought days of blooming peach and plum flowers, When autumn rain fell on the leaves of the parasol trees, The Western and Southern Palaces were overgrown with autumn grass, And fallen leaves covered the steps, unswept and red. The young actors of the Pear Garden had grown white hair, The eunuchs and maidens of the pepper-plastered chambers were now old. Fireflies flew in the evening hall, bringing quiet thoughts; The lonely lamp was burned out, yet sleep would not come. The long night began with slow bell and drum strikes; The bright Milky Way gleamed as the sky approached dawn. The Mandarin-duck tiles grew cold under heavy frost; Who was there to share the cold kingfisher-patterned quilt? Separated by life and death for years, long and endless, Her soul had never once come to enter his dreams. A Daoist priest from Lingqiong, visiting the capital, Was able through sincere devotion to summon spirits and souls. Moved by the emperor’s incessant, restless longing, The alchemist was instructed to search everywhere diligently. Riding the air and driving the wind, he rushed like lightning, Soaring into the heavens and descending into the earth to search thoroughly. Searching high in the blue sky and deep in the Yellow Springs, In both vast expanses, nothing was to be seen. Suddenly he heard of a divine mountain out upon the sea, Floating in the vague and misty emptiness. Exquisite towers rose amidst five-colored clouds, Where many graceful and slender fairies dwelt. Among them was one named Taizhen, With snow-white skin and flower-like face, resembling her closely. Knocking on the jade door of the West Wing of the Golden Palace, He asked Xiaoyu to pass the word to Shuangcheng. Hearing that an envoy had come from the Emperor of Han, Within her nine-layered floral curtains, her sleeping soul was startled. Pushing aside the pillow and pulling on her robes, she rose and paced, As pearl curtains and silver screens opened one after another. Her cloud-like hair was lopsided, having just woken from sleep; With her flower crown askew, she descended into the hall. The wind blew her fairy sleeves, fluttering as they rose, Still looking like her dance of the *Rainbow and Feather Garment*. Her jade-like face was lonely, her tears flowing endlessly, Like a branch of white pear blossom carrying spring rain. She stared with deep feeling and thanked the emperor: "Since we parted, our voices and faces have grown distant and vague. The love in Zhaoyang Palace has been severed forever, While the days and months in Penglai Palace stretch long. Turning my head to look down upon the world of mortals, I cannot see Chang'an, only dust and mist. I can only use old tokens to express my deep devotion, Sending back this decorated box and golden hairpin. I keep one leg of the hairpin and one leaf of the box, Breaking the gold of the pin and splitting the shell of the box. If only his heart remains as steadfast as the gold and shell, We shall surely meet again, whether in Heaven or among men." As they parted, she earnestly sent back a message, Containing a vow known only to their two hearts: On the seventh day of the seventh month, at the Hall of Longevity, At midnight, when no one else was near, they whispered softly: "In heaven, we wish to fly as birds with paired wings; On earth, we wish to grow as trees with intertwined branches." The heavens and earth, though long-lasting, will someday come to an end, But this regret will stretch on forever, without end.

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