龚自珍·《己亥杂诗》英译（其五）

浩荡离愁白日斜，
吟鞭东指即天涯。
落红不是无情物，
化作春泥更护花。

Miscellanies of the Year 1839 (V)

Gong Zizhen (1792-1841)

My parting grief is boundless when the sun sinks low;
Eastward I point my whip and far away I'll go.
The fallen blossoms are not an unfeeling thing;
Though turned to mud, they'd nurture flowers' growth next spring.

（许渊冲 译）