柳永·《卜算子慢·江枫渐老》英译

江枫渐老，

汀蕙半凋，

满目败红衰翠。

楚客登临，

正是暮秋天气。

引疏碪、

断续残阳里。

对晚景、

伤怀念远，

新愁旧恨相继。

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脉脉人千里。

念两处风情，

万重烟水。

雨歇天高，

望断翠峰十二。

尽无言、

谁会凭高意？

纵写得、

离肠万种，

奈归云谁寄？

Slow Song of Divination

Liu Yong

The riverside maples grown old,

Sweet orchids wither by and by.

The faded red and green spread out before the eye.

A Southerner, I climb up high;

It’s already late autumn cold.

The setting sun is drowned

In washerwomen’s intermittent pounding sound.

With evening scenery in view,

Though far away, can I not think of you?

How can old grief not be followed by sorrow new?

Silent, a thousand miles separate you and me.

In two places our dreams

Can’t fly o’er streams on streams.

When stops the rain, the sky’s serene;

My eyes can’t go beyond the twelve peaks green.

Wordless, who would understand my

Leaning on railings at the height?

Though I can write

Down parting grief with broken heart,

Would clouds return and bring it for my part?

（许渊冲 译）