寒山·《花上黄莺子》英译

花上黄莺子，关关声可怜。

美人颜似玉，对此弄鸣弦。

玩之能不足，眷恋在龆年。

花飞鸟亦散，洒泪秋风前。

I Step Forward But Hold My Tongue

Hovering over the spring flowers,

A golden oriole trills its aubade.

Nearby, a lovely girl, jade-complected, replies,

Her fingers lingering on the zither’s strings.

She would play forever, she believes:

Such are the love-thoughts of her spring years.

But let the petals wither: farewell oriole,

And then, how cold the wind, the tears.

（Peter Stambler 译）

Above the blossoms sing the orioles:

Kuan kuan, their dear notes.

The girl with a face like jade

Strums to them on her lute.

Never does she tire of playing—

Youth is the time for tender thoughts.

When the flowers scatter and the birds fly off

Her tears will fall in the spring wind.

（Burton Watson 译）