梅花引 荊溪阻雪 蔣捷

梅花引   荊溪阻雪           蔣捷 (宋)

白鷗問我泊孤舟，是身留，是心留？
心若留時，何事鎖眉頭？

風拍小簾燈暈舞，對閒影，冷清清，憶舊遊。
舊遊舊遊今在否？花外樓，柳下舟。
夢也夢也，夢不到，寒水空流。

漠漠黃雲，溼透木棉裘。

都道無人愁似我，今夜雪，有梅花，似我愁。 

Mei Hua Yin   My Way Blocked By Snow                 

Jiang Jie (Song Poet)

Here I moor my lone boat and whence asks me a white seagull,

Are you putting up only your torso or together with your soul?

If you are putting up also your soul,

Why knitted your eyebrows?

The wind flippers the curtain and so the little lamp tosses,

Vis a sis my shadow I sit idle,

Amidst serene solitude I recall the visits of old,

Companies who travelled with me in those visits, where they are now no one can tell,

In those days when blossoms bloomed fascinatingly beyond the boudoirs,

Hand in Hand we strolled under the willows after mooring our boat,

Oh dreams, sweet dream cameos,

But even therein I could not relive my sweet visits of old,

Only the chilly waters inanely roll and flow,

Boundlessly spread thick layers of clouds,

Snow soaks through my quilted clothes,

No one is as habdab-stricken as myself,

Amidst the snow there are only the plum blossoms to share my dismals.

虞美人 蔣捷

虞美人    聽雨     蔣捷(宋)

少年聽雨歌樓上，紅燭昏羅帳。
壯年聽雨客舟中，江闊雲低斷雁叫西風。
而今聽雨僧廬下，鬢已星星也。
悲歡離合總無情，一任階前點滴到天明。

Yu Mei Ren   Listening to the rain     Jiang Jie (Song Poet)

As a youngster I listened to the rain in song parlours,

Captivated beside crimson candles and layers of upholsters;
As a grown up man I listened to the rain as a wayfarer,
In a boat with dark clouds overhanging on a broad river,
While the west wind brought with it the mournful cries of a wild goose loner;
Now I listen to the rain the eaves of a monkery under,
My temple hair already hoarily simmers,
Ineluctably bruising are all joys and sorrows, reunions and sunders,
I just let the rain drip throughout the night on the steps of my door.

一剪梅 蔣捷

一剪梅    舟過吳江      蔣捷 (宋)

一片春愁待酒澆，江上舟搖，樓上簾招。
秋娘渡與泰娘橋，風又飄飄，雨又蕭蕭。
何日歸家洗客袍？銀字笙調，心字香燒。
流光容易把人拋，紅了櫻桃，綠了芭蕉。

Yi Jian Mei  My boat passing River Wu Jiang      Jiang Jie (Song Poet)

Looking for wine to quench my spring glum,
Boats on the river rock in concerted rhythm,
Inn-signs up on buildings touting for taverns,
The Autumn Maid Pass and the Mother Tai Bridge are soon left in the distance,
Gusty winds and rains are cutting in all at once;
When can I make it home to wash my travelling garments,
And play my flute on which silver characters are written,
Burning incense shaped in the heart character I’d make wishes solemn,
Fleeting time leaves people stricken,
It’s just time to usher in again the reddening cherry and greening plantain.

如夢令 蔣捷

如夢令      蔣捷 (宋)

夜月溪篁鸞影，曉露岩花鶴頂。
半世踏紅塵，到底輸他村景。
村景。村景。樵斧耕蓑漁艇。

Ru Meng Ling      Jiang Jie (Song Poet)

The bright moon shines on the limpid brook beside which bamboos flutter,

On the water a phoenix is mirrored,
Morning dew on wild flowers over the rocks glitters,
So are the crimson crests of white herons dew smeared,
Half my life I’ve gone seeing the world everywhere;
But nothing can be compared to this hamlet vista,
What a hamlet vista! A hamlet vista!
Wielding axes in the woods are the firewood cutters,
And tilling their fields in straw capes are the farmers,
While fishermen in their boats toil over the water.