黄景仁·《杂感》英译

仙佛茫茫两未成，只知独夜不平鸣。

风蓬飘尽悲歌气，泥絮沾来薄幸名。

十有九人堪白眼，百无一用是书生。

莫因诗卷愁成谶，春鸟秋虫自作声。

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Random Thoughts

Huang Jingren

Buddha or immortal,

Both dreams faded out to a blur.

What else but at dead of night

To cry “Unfair!”

Flying grass having drifted away,

A tragic tone suffused the air.

Stuck with muddy catkins,

Along with a “philanderer” earned.

Nine out of ten

A sneer deserve;

“Good-for-nothing,” though,

For scholars reserved.

Don’t let poems worry you

Into a karma of doom,

While spring birds and fall crickets

Indifferently warble and chirp.