朱淑真·《九日》英译

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秋色夕阳俱淡薄，闺情离思共凄凉。

征鸿有序全无信，黄菊多情更有香。

自觉年来清瘦了，懒将鸾镜照容光。

The Double Ninth

Zhu Shuzhen

Last year on the Double Ninth I thought my sorrow knew no bounds.

This year it breaks my heart still more.

Autumn tints and setting sun both pale and weak;

Trace of tears, thoughts of parting both chill and bleak.

Though the migrating geese have come from afar, they bring no message,

Yellow chrysanthemums¹ hold scent but no feeling.

Lately I sense that I have grown gaunt,

But lack the strength to raise my phoenix mirror and check my reflection.

1. Yellow chrysanthemums are a common metaphor for autumn.

（Sophie Volpp 译）