醉太平·寒食其三
王元鼎
辜负了禁烟。
冷落了秋千。
春光去也怎留恋？
听莺啼燕喧，
红馥馥落尽桃花片。
青丝丝舞困垂杨线，
扑簌簌满地坠榆钱，
芳心堕倦。
The Cold Food Day
To the Tune of Intoxication in Peace
Wang Yuanding
Wasting the golden chance of banning cooking,
Abusing the jolly time of having a swing.
Having no way to make the prime of spring lingering,
I have to listen to orioles and swallow’s twittering.
No peach blossoms blooming but the pink petals whirling,
The slender willow twigs are growing weary of dancing,
Streaming down in breeze are elm seeds everywhere rustling.
Sitting in the room alone I’m wearing.
（周方珠 译）
