朱敦儒·《好事近·渔父词》英译

A Blessing at Hand

Zhu Dunru

After a shake I’ve cast of th’ shackles of worldliness,

And now at my own sweet will I get drunk, or sobre grow.

I love my bamboo hat, my palm-coat and my business,

And more oft than not I tread the frost and brave the snow.

Th’ wind calm at dusk, my fishing line resumes its serenity;

Either in th’ skies or waters is seen a new moon bright.

Boundless waters and skies merging into an entity,

A lonely wild goose is now in sight, now out of sight.

（卓振英 译）

Song of Good Event

Song of a Fisherman

Zhu Dunrun

Shaking my head,

I leave the land, now sober, now drunken dead.

Fishing in green straw cloak and hat I go,

Used to wearing frost and braving snow.

All nightfall when wind lulls, my fishing’s done;

The crescent moon makes sky and water one.

I see her light high and low, far and near;

A single swan appears only to disappear.

（许渊冲 译）