水上吟歌词翻译

The Water Music of Qingming Festival

In boats the lines are cast, with oars they race

And brisk the paddles beat the sparkling water's face.

To left, to right, the oars ply plashing sound,

And all the river broad is edged with joy profound.

The painted boats sail on beneath green willows,

Their mirrored images seen in the rippling billows.

Oars dip and rise to the rythmic tune of song,

And many voices blend in laughter loud and long.

The Blue Pavilion's high, the Red Mansion's tall,

But they'll be destroyed after all.

The clear and bright moon is a joy to sight,

But it sinks at last in the endless night.

I pray my heart be pure as the water's flow,

Forever to be true, where'er I go.