English Rendering
By riverside towers Prince Teng's Pavilion proud,
But gone are cabs with ringing bells and stirring strain.
At dawn its painted beams bar the south-flying cloud;
At dusk its uprolled screens reveal western hills' rain.
Leisurely clouds hang o'er still water all day long;
Stars move from spring to autumn in changeless sky.
Where is the prince who once enjoyed here wine and song?
Beyond the rails the silent river still rolls by.
