乔吉·《折桂令·毗陵晚眺》英译

江南倦客登临，

多少豪雄，

几许消沉。
今日何堪，

买田阳羡，

挂剑长林。
霞缕烂谁家昼锦，

月钩横故国丹心。
窗影灯深，

磷火青青，

山鬼喑喑。

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An Evening Sight at the Piling County

to the tune of Plucking Cassia

A southern traveler, I’ve come here melancholy and tired,

Thinking of so many past heroes admired,

Who, downhearted, their ambitions lost,

Bear not this reality overcast.

I’d rather spend my time in pastoral life like a landlord,

Or on the tree in front of a tomb hung my sword.

Look, those magnificent mansions once clothed in morning glow,

Now become tombs under the cold crescent moon like snow,

Flickering lanterns visible in windows deep,

Dots of hellish fire bluishly scattering the courtyard to and fro,

While ghosts in the mountains are heard weep.