阮郎归·天边金掌露成霜英译

　　Ruan Lang Gui

　　Yan Jidao

　　In the sky-kissing palm

　　Autumnal dew has turned to frost.

　　The clouds send off the wild geese

　　That in a symbolic array fly.

　　Green wine and red sleeves invite the ninth moon ninth,

　　Things here differ little from my home town.

　　I wear purple orchids in my dress,

　　I pin yellow chrysanthemums on my hair:

　　To old wantonness free rein I give.

　　Sadness I will change for drunkenness;

　　When I sing, let not sad songs

　　Lacerate my heart.