李璟·《浣溪纱·菡萏香销翠叶残》英译

菡萏香销翠叶残，
西风愁起绿波间。
还与韶光共憔悴，
不堪看。

细雨梦回鸡塞远，
小楼吹彻玉笙寒。
多少泪珠何限恨！
倚阑干。

Tune: "Silk-washing Stream"

The lotus flowers fade with blue-black leaves decayed;
The west wind ripples and saddens the water green
As time wrinkles a fair face.
Oh, how can it bear
To be seen, to be seen!

In the fine rain she dreams of the far-off frontiers;
Her bower's cold with music played on flute of jade.
Oh, with how much regret and with how many tears
She leans on balustrade!

（许渊冲 译）