刘秉忠·《干荷叶》（二）英译

干荷叶，
色无多，
不奈风霜锉。
贴秋波，
倒枝柯。
宫娃齐唱采莲歌，
梦里繁华过。

Dried Lotus Leaves

Dried lotus leaves
Whose color grieves,
Can't bear the bite of hoary frost.
On autumn waves they're lost
With their stems broken.
The palace maids awoken
Sing songs of lotus gathered on the stream,
Whose prime is passed in dream.

（许渊冲 译）