淡月梨花曲槛傍， 清露苍苔罗袜凉。 恨他愁断肠， 为他烧夜香。 Tune: Leaning on Balustrade Qiao Ji Yearning in Spring Under pale moon by pear blossoms on rails I lean, My silken stockings cold with clear dew on moss green. Grief-stricken, I am in sad plight, Still I burn incense for him at night. （许渊冲 译） Thoughts on Spring to the tune of Person Leaning on the Railing By the balustrade cut off by pear blossoms in the faint moonlight, I stood for a long time, the dewy moss getting wet my stockings white. Grief breaks my heart, my love almost turning into hateful spite, Here to bless him I burn an incense at night. （辜正坤 译） Missing in Spring To the Tune of Person Leaning on the Railing Qiao Ji Blooming by the zigzag railings are pear blossoms in the dim moonlight, Wet with dewdrops on the moss are my gauze socks and it's chilly yet slight. Resenting him so much I'm heart-broken, Praying for him I burn incense at night. （周方珠 译） |
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