李商隐《无题》英文翻译

001. Poem without a Title by Li Shangyin

It's difficult for us to meet and hard to part,

The east wind is too weak to revive flowers dead.

The silkworm till its death spins silk from love-sick heart;

The candle only when burned has no tears* to shed.

At dawn she'd be afraid to see mirrored hair gray;

At night she would feel cold while I croon by moonlight.

To the three fairy hills it is not a long way.

Without the blue-bird oft fly to see her on their height?

*Note: The melted wax of a guttering candle is compared to tears.

002.

Time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted,

And the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone,

And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die

And every night the candles will weep their wicks away.

Mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing,

Yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.

...It is not so very far to her Enchanted Mountain

O blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!