To "Picking Mulberries"
Lǚ Benzhong
I grieve that my love is not like the moon over the riverside tower:
South and North, East and West,
South and North, East and West,
Only constant companionship and no separation.
I grieve that my love is all too like the moon over the riverside tower:
A brief waxing, and then a waning,
A brief waxing, and then a waning,
I wait for the full circle of union—but how short-lived!
（《企鹅丛书·中国诗词》）
Song of Picking Mulberries
I'm grieved to find you unlike the moon at its best,
North, south, east, west.
North, south, east, west,
It would accompany me without any rest.
I'm grieved to find you like the moon which would fain
Now wax, now wane.
You wax and wane.
When will you come around like the full moon again?
（许渊冲 译）