菩萨蛮
韦庄
红楼别夜堪惆怅，
香灯半卷流苏帐。
残月出门时，
美人和泪辞。
琵琶金翠羽，
弦上黄莺语。
劝我早归家，
绿窗人似花。
Tune: “Pu Sa Man”
Dreaming in Autumn
Wei Zhuang
How can one not be sad in a red
chamber on parting night?
The tasseled canopy was half
closed in scented lamplight.
The waning moon was still hanging when I left home.
With tears in her eyes, she said good-bye.
She played the pipa decorated with
a golden-green feather.
She plucked the strings in oriole language
for me to decipher.
She advised me to return home soon.
For the person by the green window
would be like a flower in bloom.
（Edward C. Chang 译）
Pu’ Sa Man
(To the Tune-title ‘The Strange Goddesses’)
Wei Zhuang
North and South
I
Parting at night in the upper room what preys to grief we were –
Lamp-lit fragrance and those half-rolled tasseled curtains there.
The moon was waning as I left the house;
Your beauty shone in every farewell tear.
Your gilt guitar, king-fisher blue inlaid,
Its strings a golden-oriole’s serenade,
Urged me to come back soon, to come back soon
To the green-gauze window veiling a flower-fresh maid.
（Duncan Mackintosh, Ch’eng His and T’ung Ping-Cheng 译）
