朱孝臧·《浣溪沙》英译

独鸟冲波去意闲，

坏霞如赭水如笺。

为谁无尽写江天。

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并舫风弦弹月上，

当窗山髻挽云还。

独经行处未荒寒。

Tune: Huang His sha

Chu Hsiao-Tsang

A solitary bird crashing into the waves wings off in joy;

Sundered sunset clouds are like dabs of carmine, the water’s like a blank page.

But to whom shall I write endlessly of river and sky?

Over our twin pleasure boats, a moon rises at the plucking of the string;

Facing the window, coiffure hills entice the lingering clouds to stay.

The places where I’ve traveled alone aren’t altogether desolate.

（Irving Lo 译）