七夕

　　李贺

　　别浦今朝暗，罗帷午夜愁。

　　鹊辞穿线月，花入曝衣楼。

　　天上分金镜，人间望月钩。

　　钱塘苏小小，又值一年秋。

　　On the 7th Evening of the 7th Lunar Month

　　Li He

　　Magpie wings shaded the Milky Way light;

　　Behind curtains grief gnawed her heart tonight.

　　With birds leaving, bridge gone, the reunion was too brief to bear;

　　Petals drifted into her chamber where she put up her dress to air.

　　They each kept the half mirror when they had to separate;

　　Now on earth, to the crescent moon, he looked up, so desperate.

　　For the next time for him to meet his sweet heart,

　　He had to wait till autumn, a whole year apart.

　　(卢炳群 译)

　　Seventh Night

　　Li Ho

　　The Shores of Parting are dark this morning,

　　The silken bed-hangings mournful at midnight.

　　Magpies leave the moon of threaded silk,

　　Flowers fill the towers where clothes are aired.

　　Up in the sky, half of a golden mirror,

　　Down among men, we gaze at a jade hook.

　　In Ch‘ien-t‘ang city, Su Hsiao-hsiao

　　Endures the autumn of yet one more year.

　　(J. D. Frodsham 译)