朱孝臧·《鹧鸪天·庚子岁除》英译

似水清尊照鬓华，

尊前人易老天涯。

酒肠芒角森如戟，

吟笔冰霜惨不花。

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抛枕坐，

卷书嗟，

莫嫌啼煞后栖鸦。

烛花红换人间世，

山色青回梦里家。

Tune: Che-ku t’ien

Title: New Year’s Eve in the Year Keng-tzu

Chu Hsiao-Tsang

A cup of wine as clear as water

reflects my temples going white.

With such a cup, away from home

one easily grows old.

The prickly points of my drunken guts

are as terrible as a row of spears.

The poetry brush, icy and frosted,

sadly cannot bloom.

I throw away the pillow and sit up.

I roll up the book and sigh.

I don’t mind

the screaming of the last roosting crow.

The red of candle wax flowers

changes the world where people live.

The green of mountain shining

brings back the home I dream of.

（Li Chi and Michael Patrick O’Connor 译）