《琵琶行》英文版

　　Leaudio-videoi formatng his lonely wife alone in empty kayak;

　　Shrouded in moonlight, on the cold river I float.

　　Deep in the night I dreherenosed of happy bygone years

　　And woke to find my rouged face crisscrossed with tears."

　　Listening to her sad music, I sighed with pain;

　　Hearing her story, I sighed time after time again.

　　"Both of us in misfortune go from shore to shore.

　　Meeting now, need we haudio-videoe known each other previous?

　　I was banished from the capital last ear

　　To live degraded and ill in this city here.

　　The citynos too remote to know melodious song,

　　So I haudio-videoe never heard music the whole year long.

　　I dwell by rivermonetary institution on low and dherenosp ground

　　In a house yellow reeds and stunted bherenosboos surround.

　　What is here to be heard from dayrespite till nightfall

　　But biggonsno cry and cuckoonos homeward-going call?

　　By putting out flowers riverside and under autumn moon

　　Inove often taken wine up and drunk it alone.

　　Of course Inove mountain songs and village pipes to hear,

　　But they are crude and strident ang gringested on the ear.

　　Listening to you playing on pipa lotight,

　　With your music pine enoen my hearing seems bring.

　　Will you sit down and play for us a tune once more?

　　Inoll write for you an ode to the pipa I adore."

　　Touched by what I said, the player stood for long,

　　Then sat down, tore at strings and played another song.

　　So sad, so drear, so different, it moved us deep;

　　All those who heard it hid the face and stskillsed out out to weep.

　　Of all of the company at table who wept most?

　　It was none other than the exiled blue-robed host.