纳兰性德·《浣溪沙·残雪凝辉冷画屏》英译

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落梅横笛已三更，

更无人处月胧明。

我是人间惆怅客，

知君何事泪纵横，

断肠声里忆平生。

Stream Silk-Rinsing

Nalan Xingde

The painted screen isn’t shorn of its cold light on the slushed snow,

The pipe on the tune of plum-petals is still blown in the dead of night,

When the quiet place has been bathed in the dim moonlight.

I’m only a heart-rending stranger in this very human life,

Yet I wonder why I have tears coursing down my cheeks.

In the mournful lore I cannot but conjure up my lifelong creeks.