贺铸·《生查子》英译

三岁扶床女。

The Wanderer

He Zhu

At West Ferry, in a swift canoe,

Straight ahead I cross the blue river in the rain.

The pair of sculls, though inanimate、

Seem in their creaking and grating to talk like men.

Here is the freely wandering spendthrift man,

There is awaiting his early return. the anxious wife.

“With what are you deeply concerned?”

“My toddling daughter aged three.”