周邦彦·《玉楼春·桃溪不作从容住》英译

桃溪不作从容住，

秋藕绝来无续处。

当时相候赤栏桥，

今日独寻黄叶路。

烟中列岫青无数，

雁背夕阳红欲暮。

人如风后入江云，

情似雨余粘地絮。

Broken Lotus Root

(To the Tune of Yulouchun)

Zhou Bangyan

Young, we threw away the pastoral years.

Now like a broken lotus root it is,

impossible to join the present

and the past. Then,

we waited for each other,

standing by the vermilion-railed bridge.

Today, I search for the traces, in van,

along the deserted path buried under yellow leaves.

Through the mist, all the peaks

seem to be highlighting the blue.

Setting on the back of a wild goose,

the sun turns into a dark red.

You left, like a cloud drifting away,

across the river. The memory of

our passion is like a willow catkin

stuck to the ground, after the rain.