少年不识愁滋味， In my younger days, I had tasted only gladness,
   爱上层楼，       But loved to mount the top floor,
   爱上层楼，       But loved to mount the top floor,
   为赋新词强说愁 To write a song pretending sadness,
   而今识尽愁滋味， And now I’ve tasted Sorrow’s flavors, bitter and sour,
   欲说还休，       And can’t find a word,
   欲说还休，       And can’t find a word,
   却道天凉好个秋。 But merely say，“what a golden autumn hour！

 

林语堂先生翻译