【宋词英译】秦观《八六子》

李熊熊

倚危亭，恨如芳草，萋萋刬尽还生。念柳外青骢别后，水边红袂分时，怆然暗惊。
无端天与娉婷？夜月一帘幽梦，春风十里柔情。怎奈向？欢娱渐随流水，素弦声断，翠绡香减，那堪片片，飞花弄晚，蒙蒙残雨笼晴。正销凝，黄鹂又啼数声。
I rely on the high pavilion alone, the resentment is like the spring grass, has just been cleaned, unconsciously has grown again. The thought of riding apart outside the willows, the thought of parting with the lady with red sleeves at the water's edge, makes me sad.
Beauty, why did God give you so beautiful? That I can't pull myself out of it? In the night and moon of that year, we were drunk together into a curtain of dreams, the gentle spring breeze blowing you and me. It is helpless, the joy of the past are accompanied by water away, the fragrance on the green gauze gradually fades, and you can no longer hear the sweet music. Now in late spring, patches of residual red flying in the night, a little drizzle under the next sunny, a misty misty. My thoughts were thick, when suddenly I heard the crow of the oriole again, one after another.