| This website contains selected verses from the Song Dynasty of China (960-1279 AD) and Dr. Ying Sun attempted to translate them to English. Currently there is only one piece. But it's a start. Please also see the Tang Poems with English Translations. The materials at this website are copyrighted. They can be used for educational or noncommercial purposes with a reference to this webite; other uses must be explicitly authorized. This website was launched on February 21, 2010. If you have any suggestion or comment about Dr. Ying Sun's translation, please email me. Here is Dr.Ying Sun info.. Copyright © 2010 Ying Sun/Ssu-Yu Huang |
| 聲聲慢﹣秋情 (李清照) 尋尋覓覓，冷冷清清， 淒淒慘慘戚戚。 乍暖還寒時候， 最難將息。 三盃兩盞淡酒， 怎敵他，晚來風急。 雁過也，最傷心， 卻是舊時相識。 滿地黃花堆積， 憔悴損， 如今有誰堪摘。 守著窗兒， 獨自怎生得黑。 梧桐更兼細雨， 到黃昏，點點滴滴。 這次第， 怎一個 愁字了得？ | Autumn Mood (Li Ching-Chao, 1084-1156 AD, China) Seeking, striving, shivering, shuddering, suppressing, saddening, sobbing . So hard to fall asleep, when cold weather returns after a sudden warming. Two or three glasses of wine warm me up, but no match for the piercing cold of the night wind. The geese flying overhead bring back somber memories ? such a familiar scene. No one cares to pick the mums. They are left on the ground, scattering and withering. Alone by the window, It's the darkness I can't bear as I'm patiently waiting. The plane tree leaves are misted by drizzles all day. By dusk they start dribbling. At this very moment, how can a simple word "sad" describe my feeling? |
| 西江月﹣鳳額繡簾高卷 (柳永) 鳳額繡簾高卷， 獸環朱戶頻搖。 兩竿紅日上花棚。 春睡厭厭難覺。 好夢狂隨飛絮， 閒愁濃，勝香醪。 不成雨暮與雲朝。 又是韶光過了。 | Embroidered Curtains Uphanging (Liu Yong, 987-1053 AD, China) On the phoenix decor the embroidered curtains are uphanging. The beast knockers on the red doors are frequently shaking. The sun rises two staffs high over the flower shed. Spring night sleep feels lazy, as I lie restless on the bed. Sweet dreams disappear like flocs in the swift wind. Sorrow lingers, denser than fragrant wine of the thickest kind. The yearning for Intimacy is hard to fulfill, As time goes by and wasted still. |