僧正岩·《点绛唇》英译

往来烟波，

此生自号西湖长；

轻风小浆，

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得意高歌，

夜静声偏朗；

无人赏，

自家拍掌，

唱得千山响。

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Bhikshu Zheng Yan

Roving amid mists and waves,

I style myself the Master of the Western Lakes.

With a gentle breeze pushing my small oar,

I row out of the Cove of Reed Flowers.

In high spirits, loudly I sing,

Swelling the tranquil night with full-bodied sound.

No one praises me;

I clap my hands alone,

And a thousand mountains echo with my song and applause.