朱敦儒·《十二时》英译

连云衰草，

连天晚照，

连山红叶。

西风正摇落，

更前溪呜咽。

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燕去鸿归音信绝。

问黄花，

又共谁折？

征人最愁处，

送寒衣时节。

Twelve Hours

Zhu Dunrun

Pale grass blends with clouds far and nigh,

The setting sun reddens the sky;

Red leaves cover the mountains high.

The western breeze

Strips off the trees;

The creek once more

Sobs as before.

Swallows and wild geese bring no news to me.

With whom may I enjoy chrysanthemums in glee?

What grieves most those who roam?

When winter garments come from home.