I've a sense of something missing I must seek. Everything about me looks dismal and bleak. Nothing that gives me pleasure, I can find. Even the weather has proved most unkind. It is warm, but abruptly it turns cold again. An unbroken rest most difficult to. obtain. Three cups of thin wine would utterly fail. To cope with the rising evening gale.
Myself, into woe, a flight of wild geese has thrown. But with them, very familiar I have grown. About the ground, cluysandiernums are bestrewn. Gathering into heaps——bruised——withering soon. With myself in utter misery and gloom,
Who cares to save them from their approaching doom? Standing by the window-watching in anguish stark, Could I bear alone the sight until it is dark?
Against the tung and plane trees, the wind rises high. The drizzle becomes trickles, as even draws nigh. How, in the word \"Miserable\ The total effects of all these on the mind! 林语堂译本：
So dim, so dark, So dense, so dull, So damp, sodank, So dead! The weather, now warm, now cold, Makes it harder .Than ever to forget!
How can a few cups of thin wine/Bring warmth against .The chilly winds of sunset? I recognize the geese flying overhead: My old friends, Bring not the old memories back! Let fallen flowers lie where they fall. To what purpose .And for whom should 1 decorate? By the window shut, Guarding it alone, To see the sky has turned so black! And the drizzle on the kola nut. Keeps on droning: Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat! Is this the kind of mood and moment. To be expressed By one word \"sad\"? 杨宪益夫妇译本：
Seeking, seeking, Chilly and quiet, Desolate, painful and miserable. Even when it's warmer there is still a chill It is most difficult to keep well. Three or two cups of light wine, How can they ward off the strong？
Wild geese fly past, while I'm broken-hearted; ButI recoze they are my old friends.
Fallen chrysanthemums piled up on the ground,So withered，Who would pluck them up now? Leaning on the window, How can I pass the time till night alone? The drizzle falls on the wutong trees, Raindrops drip down at dusk. At a time like this, What immense sorrow I must bear! 许渊冲译本：
I look for what I miss; I know not what it is. I feel so sad, so drear, So lonely, without cheer. How hard is it To keep me fit In this lingering cold!
By cup on cup Of wine so dry Oh, how could I Endure at dusk the drift Of wind so swift? It breaks my heart, alas, To see the wild geese pass, For they are my acquaintances of old. The ground is covered with yellow flowers, Fadedand fallen in showers. Who will pick them up now?
Sitting alone at the window, how Could I but quicken The pace of darkness that won't thicken? On plane's broad leaves a fine rain drizzles As twilight grizzles. Oh, what can I do with a grief Beyond belief!
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