卞之琳·《无题（二）》英译

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穿衣镜也怅望，何以安慰？

一室的沉默痴念着点金指。

门上一声响，你来得正对！

杨柳枝招人，春水面笑人。

鸢飞，鱼跃；青山青，白云白。

衣襟上不短少半条皱纹，

这里就差你右脚—这一拍！

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Bian Zhilin

Windows are waiting for an inlay, your leaning on.

So are listless dressing mirrors—how to console?

Silence, a roomful, recalls fixatively, a gold-transforming finger.

A knock upon the door: You come at the right time.

Willow branches beckon people. Spring water teases people.

Kites fly. Fishes frisk. Green mountains, green. White clouds, white.

Upon the lapels, no lack of wrinkles.

What is missing is your right foot—this one beat!