柳永《雨霖铃》

寒蝉凄切，

对长亭晚，

骤雨初歇。

都门帐饮无绪，

留恋处，

兰舟催发。

执手相看泪眼，

竟无语凝噎。

念去去、千里烟波，

暮霭沉沉楚天阔。

多情自古伤离别，

更那堪，冷落清秋节!

今宵酒醒何处?

杨柳岸、

晓风残月。

此去经年，

应是良辰好景虚设。

便纵有千种风情，

更与何人说?

英文翻译

Cicadas Chill, Shrill

(To the Tune of Yulinling)

Liu Yong

Cicadas screech chill,

shrill, after a sudden shower.

By the roadside pavilion

in the evening, we are parting

outside the city gate, no mood

space

for the farewell drink, no strength

to tear ourselves apart, when

the magnolia boat urges me to board.

We gaze into each other’s eyes

in tears, hand holding

hand, all our words choked.

I’m sailing out, for thousands of miles

space

along the mist-enveloped waves,

the somber dusk haze

deepening against the boundless southern sky.

It’s been hard for lovers to part

since time immemorial.

How much more so

at this cold, deserted autumn!

Tonight, where shall I find

space

myself, waking from a hangover —

against the riverbank lined with weeping willows

the moon sinking, and the dawn rising

on a breeze? Year

after year, I will be far away from you.

All these beautiful scenes are unfolding,

space

but to no avail.

Oh, to whom can I speak

of this ineffably enchanting landscape