张孝祥·《浣溪纱·霜日明霄》英译

霜日明霄水蘸空，

鸣鞘声里绣旗红，

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万里中原烽火北，

一尊浊酒戍楼东，

酒阑挥泪向悲风。

Bleaching Silk in the Stream

Zhang Xiaoxiang

The waters of the lake melts with th’ clear frosty sky;

The whips whiz and whir, th’ embroider’d banners are red.

Thin mist and wither’d grass now and then catch my eye.

North to th’ beacon our sacred land th’ invaders tread.

At th’ defence works out of th’ east gate, I drink a cup

Of turbid wine, and ’gainst th’ north wind sad tears I shed!