窗前桃蕊娇如倦，
东风泪洗胭脂面。
人在小红楼，
离情唱《石洲》。
夜来双燕宿，
灯背屏腰绿。
香尽雨阑珊，
薄衾寒不寒？
吴松林 译:
Buddhist Dancers
Nalanshinde
Delicate are the peach blossoms before the window,
Tears streaming down the rouge face in the easterly wind.
The person in the small red floor,
Chanting in the most bitter touch of parting sorrow.
The couple swallows lodging for the night,
Their silhouette becomes dimmed on the mid-screen.
The incense burns out in the rain drawing to a close,
And in the thin quilt, are you all right?
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