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两重心字罗衣。
琵琶弦上说相思。
当时明月在，
曾照彩云归。
*小苹，有作“小蘋”。
Linjiangxian
Yan Jidao
Every time I wake up from a dream,
The whole place, without her, looks forlorn.
Each time I sober up from a drink,
The curtains seem to be closely drawn.
Since last spring, about now, she was gone.
I’ve had many things for which to mourn.:
Falling flowers suggest my lonely state;
So would a swallow flying with its mate.
When I first saw Xiaoping,
She was in a gauzy dress, silk-lined,
With two embroidered birds, well-designed.
She could make her lute sing –
The love from a maiden’s heart,
Ere she would care to depart.
The bright moon was then o’er the sky’s dome,
Illuming Xiaoping’s way to her home.
（徐忠杰 译）
Lin Jiang Xian
Yan Jidao
When from my dream I awake,
Towers and terraces are locked as wont.
When drunkenness abates,
Curtains are down to cheer my loneliness.
Last year’s spring sorrow repeats this year’s ail.
Amid the falling flowers alone I stand,
In the fine drizzle swallows fly in pair.
I remember when Xiao Ping and I first met,
We exchanged silken wears by heart-incense perfumed.
The old lute of love’s new woe tells.
Now shines the selfsame moon that once illumed
The colourful cloud’s homeward way.
（黄宏荃 译）
Lin Jiang Xian
Yan Jidao
Awaking from a dream in the locked pavilion,
I sober up to see the curtain hanging low.
Last spring’s grief again assails me.
Amidst the falling flowers she stood alone;
While in the light drizzle, pairs of swallows played.
I recall my first encounter with Xiao Pin*;
She wore a light silk dress, embroidered with two hearts.
The music of her lute expressed her tender feelings.
Though the bright moon still shines,
The same moon which sent away the rosy cloud.
*This was the name of a singsong girl.
（杨宪益、戴乃迭 译）
Returning like a Radiant Cloud
(To the Tune of Linjiangxian)
Yan Jidao
Walking with a hangover, I look up
to see the high balcony door
locked, the curtain
hung low. Last spring,
the sorrow of separation new,
long, long I stood,
alone,
amidst all the falling petals;
A pair of swallows fluttered
in the drizzle.
I still remember how
Xiao Ping appeared the first time,
in her silken clothes embroidered
with a double character of heart,
pouring out her passion
on the strings of a Pipa.
The bright moon illuminated her returning
like a radiant cloud.
（裘小龙 译）
Riverside Daffodils
Yan Jidao
Awake from dreams, I find the locked tower high;
Sober from wine, I see the curtain hanging low.
As last year spring grief seems to grow.
Amid the falling blooms alone stand I;
I the fine rain a pair of swallows fly.
I still remember when I first saw pretty Ping,
I silken dress embroidered with two hearts in a ring,
Revealing lovesickness by touching pipa’s string.
The moon shines bright just as last year;
It did see her like a cloud disappear.
（许渊冲、许明 译）
Immortals over the River
Yan Jidao
I wake up from dreams to find the tower lock’d;
When I’m sobered up, the curtains hang low there.
Last year at the elapse of spring I was shock’d:
Th’ petals falling down, I stood alone in despair,
And pairs of swallows darted through th’ drizzle in th’ air.
Still fresh in my mind is how I first met Xiao Pin.
Whose silk blouse embroider’d with two hearts I did sight.
She express’d her love by plucking pipa from string
To string. At the time the moon was shinning bright,
Which in th’ end for the Rosy Cloud* the way did light.
*The Rosy Cloud is a pun referring to the rosy cloud as well as to the girl Xiao Pin.
（卓振英 译）
To the Tune Fairy Upon the River
Yan Jidao
Awake from dream, disappointed, I find
Pavilion and tower locked up high.
When drunk’ness does abate I see
But curtains down in shade so bleak.
That springtime grief of the previous year
Returns to me with the season and the scene.
While lonely I stand ’mid flowers drifting,
In pairs the swallow hover, it drizzling.
I remember my first encounter with her,
Xiaoping by name, so few her words.
She wore a slender silken dress
With double hearts embroidered abreast.
Her touches on strings were never failing
To tell in music of tender feelings.
The moon at the full then sees here away
– A rosy cloud afloat, so fair.
（刘国善、王治江、徐树娟等 译）
Immortals Near the River
Yan Jidao
After the dream, high stairs locked on,
Awake from a drunken sleep, the curtains roll down.
Last year’s spring melancholy comes along.
Flowers fall on the way as one is lonely,
Double swallows in swift drizzle fly freely.
At first, I met you, my little maiden,
You wore a silk dress, our hearts fast beat.
Lovesickness was what your pipa strings mean.
At that time,
The bright moon shone with a look at my beautiful cloud to go back.
（朱曼华 译）
Awake from Dreams: To the Tune of Riverside Daffodils
Yan Jidao
Awake from dreams, I find the tower locked high;
Sober from wine, I see the curtains rolled low.
I seem to experience again last year’s spring woe.
I stand alone where flowers fall by.
In the drizzle, a pair of swallows fly.
I remember when I first saw Little Ping
In a silk dress with a double-heart pattern.
She told her lovesickness through a pipa string.
Last year’s moon that shines brightly here
Has shone the colored cloud’s return.
（谢艳明 译）
Immortal at Riverside
Yan Jidao
I wake up from a dream, and the high tower is locked. I recover from intoxication, and the curtains are hanging low. The spring grief of last year seems to come. The flowers are falling and I stand alone. In a light rain, a pair of swallows flies.
I still remember when I first saw Petite Ping, who was in a silken dress embroidered with two hearts in a ring. She confided her lovesickness to the strings of pipa. The moon is as bright as then, and it shined on the returning rosy clouds.
（吴思远 译）
Tune: Immortals by the River
Yan Jidao
Awake from a spring dream, I see the hall for songs closed,
And sobering up slow, I see her curtain hanging with sorrow.
Oh, since last spring left here, all the time I am full of woe.
Like tears flowers falling shower by shower, I stood alone,
Through the drizzle a pair of swallows flew high and low.
I remember clear I met beautiful Little Apple the first time
She wore silk clothes embroidered with double hearts bright,
She displayed her love form pipa, plucking strings delightful.
Now just as the last year flows the clear and gentle moonlight
When she as goddess full of love with clouds flew out of sight.
（顾正阳、顾怡燕 译）
Tune: “Lin Jiang Xian”
Thinking of Xiao Ping
Yan Jidao
Awaking from my dream, I find the high tower locked.
Back from tipsiness, I notice that
the curtain hangs low.
The memory of my parting sorrow last spring
has resurfaced once again.
I stand alone as flowers are falling.
Two swallows fly together in light rain.
I remember how I met Xiao Ping the first time.
She wore a silken dress with the word
“heart” embroidered twice.
With her pipa, she conveyed her true feelings
by plucking the strings.
The moon is still the same moon
that escorted the beautiful cloud home.
（Edward C. Chang 译）
P’u – Lin Chiang Hsien
Yen Chi Tao
After my dream I woke in the tall tower, withdrawn.
My mind had cleared; the curtain still hung down.
Spring with its last year’s grief was with me once again:
There she had trod the fallen flowers, alone,
While pairs of swallows flew in the fine rain.
I remember the first time I set eye on here:
‘Heart’ had been embroidered on both the silks she wore;
The strings of her guitar sang of the thoughts we shared.
The moon that shone so bright, that’s still up there,
Made rainbows of her drew as she disappeared.
（Duncan Mackintosh and Cheng Hsi 译）
When I awoke from a dream, the tower was under lock,
And sober from in drink the screen hangs low.
As yesteryear I get again in lovesick cark.
Amid the scud of petals sear alone I show,
In drizzle pairs of swallows flying to and fro.
I still remember when I first saw little Ping,
On garments hers, ablaze, is a two-heart red design.
Revealing yearning love, she plucked the pipa string.
That time the moon was eke this fine,
She, like a colored cloud, once returned in such a shine.
（姚育言 译）
