杜牧·《惜春》英译

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即此醉残花，便同尝腊酒。

怅望送春杯，殷勤扫花帚。

谁为驻东流，年年长在手！

Pity It Abides Not!

Du Mu

Spring is on the decline. That spells the end of the year; the remaining days do not count.

I raise my cup to the flowers that are loath to go; even the wine tastes of winter. Distressing the thought: after the parting cup, the broom.

Thus life flows away. If there be anyone to stay its course, tell me who.