徐灿·《蝶恋花·每寄书素庵不到有感》英译

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怕近黄昏，

帘幕深深处。

一寸横波愁几许，

啼痕点点成红雨。

倚遍阑干无意绪。

闲理余香，

独自谁为语。

尽日恹恹如梦里，

斜阳一瞬人千里。

Die lian hua:

Stirred by the Frequent Loss of My Letters to Su’an    

Xu Can

Often I send brocade letters, but the wild goose fails to go;

I fear the creeping of dusk

Into the depths of my curtains.

How much sadness is there in a single look?

Specks of tear stains form a shower of rouge.

I’ve leaned long over the railing, but remain listless;

Casually I trim the leftover incense

All by myself, with whom can I speak?

Through the day I feel weary as in a dream;

A flash of the setting sun and I’m a thousand miles away.

（Charles Kwong 译）