吴融·《情》英译

情

吴融

依依脉脉两如何，细似轻丝渺似波。

月不长圆花易落，一生惆怅为伊多。

Love

Wu Jung

Yearning is the heart, and the eyes seek love.

Fine as a floating thread, vast as the sea.

But the moon’s not always full and the flowers are soon faded.

I have such sorrows in my life, and mostly for her.

（刘师舜 译）

Feelings

Wu Rong

Lingering, yielding, again abiding;

Slim like gossamer, tender like wavelets.

The moon waxes to wane, flowers bloom to fall;

For her, all my sentimental feelings.

（张智中 译）