范仲淹·《御街行》英译

纷纷坠叶飘香砌，

夜寂静，

寒声碎。

真珠帘卷玉楼空，

天淡银河垂地。

年年今夜，

月华如练，

长是人千里。

<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> 

愁肠已断无由醉，

酒未到，

先成泪。

残灯明灭枕头攲，

谙尽孤眠滋味。

都来此事，

眉间心上，

无计相回避。

 

P’u-Yü Chieh Hsing

Fan Chung Yen

 

As autumn invades the frontier lands nature’s pattern changes,

With never a thought to linger here the geese fly south and past;

While all around rough border songs ring out and horns resound.

Among peak-studded ranges

Light dies in misty coils; forlorn, the city gate shuts fast.

 

A glass of muddy wine to home a thousand miles away!

We have gained no glory here; the only plan, to stay.

Far distant sound the tribal pipes; black frost has gripped the ground

And nobody can sleep.

Your general’s hair is white: in the darkness the soldiers weep.

 

（Alan Ayling 译）