贾岛·《三月晦日送春》英译

三月正当三十日，风光别我苦吟身。

共君今夜不须睡，未到晓钟犹是春。

The Last Night of the Third Month

Jia Dao

Third month, the thirtieth day:

the season takes leave of a hard-working poet.

You and I must not sleep tonight—

till we hear the bells of dawn, it is still spring.

（Burton Watson 译）

The Last Day of Late Spring

Jia Dao

It is the last day of the third moon today;

It vain I croon to stop spring from passing away.

How can I sleep tonight before I bid it farewell?

It is still springtime before I hear morning bell.

（许渊冲、许明 译）