南鄉(xiāng)子

　　重九涵輝樓呈徐君猷

　　蘇軾

　　霜降水痕收，

　　淺碧鱗鱗露遠洲。

　　酒力漸消風力軟，

　　颼颼。

　　破帽多情卻戀頭。

　　佳節(jié)若為酬?

　　但把清尊斷送秋。

　　萬事到頭都是夢，

　　休休。

　　明日黃花蝶也愁。

　　Song of a Southern Country

　　To Governor Xu on Mountain-Climbing Day

　　Su Shi

　　The tide flows out after the fall of frost,

　　From rippling green water a beach of sand will rise.

　　The soughing wind softens, the vigor of wine is lost,

　　When blows the breeze,

　　My sympathetic hat won’t leave my head with ease.

　　How shall we pass the holiday?

　　Wine cup in hand, we may send autumn away.

　　Everything will end in dreams,

　　It seems

　　Tomorrow fallen blooms will sadden butterflies.

　　(許淵沖 譯)

　　On the Double Ninth Festival at Hanhui Pavilion

　　(to the tune of Nanxiangzi)

　　Su Shi

　　By Frost’s descent the water level falls

　　To shallows glittering like clear scales, disclosing sands,

　　The way wine’s powers slowly leave the mind to a light wind,

　　Rustling my worn-out hat full off tenderness, that loves my head.

　　How can I honor a special, festival time?

　　I’ve only this cup of wine to say farewell to autumn.

　　Everything at last turns back into thin air.

　　It’s over; tomorrow the mums wither and the butterflies despair.

　　(Gordon Osing，閔曉紅，黃海鵬 譯)