卞之琳·《无题（一）》英译

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掠过你一丝笑影而去的，

今朝你重见了，揉揉眼睛看

屋前屋后好一片春潮。

百转千回都不跟你讲，

水有愁，水自哀，水愿意载你

你的船呢？船呢？下楼去！

南村外一夜里开齐了杏花。

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Bian Zhilin

Three days ago a small stream in the mountain

Flashed across a shade of your smile and left.

This morning you met again. You rubbed your eyes:

Before the house, behind the house, what a stretch of spring tide!

A hundred twists, a thousand bents, all untold.

Water has sorrow, sorrow by itself. Water is willing to carry you.

Where is your boat? Where, boat? Go downstairs.

Beyond South Village, in one night, all almond flowers in full bloom.