韩元吉·《好事近·汴京赐宴，闻教坊乐有感》英译

凝碧旧池头，

一听管弦凄切。

多少梨园声在，

总不堪华发。

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杏花无处避春愁，

也傍野烟发。

惟有御沟声断，

似知人呜咽。

Song of Good Event

On Hearing Music as an Envoy at an Banquet in the Lost Capital

Han Yuanji

The pond of green congealed looks as of old,

But now I find pipes and strings sand and cold.

How many old musicians still sing today?

Their songs but turn my hair from black to grey.

Where reigns spring grief, there apricot can’t go;

Only in mist-veiled filed can its flowers blow.

The lonely Royal Moat murmurs around

As human sobbing sound.