贺铸·《捣练子·夜如年》英译

斜月下，

北风前，

万杵千砧捣欲穿。

不为捣衣勤不睡，

破除今夜夜如年。

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Song of Pounding Clothes

An Endless Night

He Zhu

Under the slanting moon

In northern wind alone,

My beetle pounds without a break on anvil stone.

I will not sleep but pound, not to wash for my dear

But to pass the endless night as long as a year.

（许渊冲 译）