李清照·《点绛唇·寂寞深闺》英译

寂寞深闺，柔肠一寸愁千缕。惜春春去，几点催花雨。

倚遍栏干，只是无情绪。人何处，连天衰草，望断归来路。

Lovesickness
—to the tune of Dianjiangchun

Lonesome is my chamber,
My gentle heart, one inch wide,
Is wrapped in a thousand threads of sorrow (1).
I love the spring, but the spring is gone.
Some showers hasten the departure of the flowers.

Leaning against the railing posts one by one,
I am in low spirits.
Where are you?
I stare at the path by which you will return home,
Swallowed up by the green grass on the horizon.


(1)Here the poet has created a quick-witted image: a thousand threads of sorrow envelope a tiny heart only one inch wide.

（茅于美 译）