十月独行

林徽因

像个灵魂失落在街边，

我望着十月天上十月的脸，

我向雾里黑影上涂热情

悄悄的看一团流动的月圆。

我也看人流着流着过去来回

黑影中冲着波浪翻星点

我数桥上栏杆龙样头尾，

像坐一条寂寞船，自己拉纤。

我像哭，像自语，我更自己抱歉！

自己焦心，同情，一把心紧似琴弦，——

我说哑的，哑的琴我知道，一出曲子

未唱，幻望的手指终未来在上面？



Alone in October

Lin Huiyin

Like a soul lost in the street,

I look up to the sky, to the face of October;

I scribble my passion on the foggy shadow,

Quietly having a look at the moving moon.

I also watch the people coming and going

And breaking on the surge among the dark shadows,

I count the Chinese dragons engraved on the bridge railings,

As sitting in a lonely boat tracked by myself.

As weeping and murmuring, I feel much regretful!

Anxious and compassionate, a heart strained like strings

I say that the mute qin, as I know, no melody wheezed out,

Fingers of fancy do not pluck the strings at last?

（海岸 译）



Walking Alone in October

Phyllis Lin

Like a soul lost in a street corner,

I look at the face of October in the sky of October.

On the black shadow in the fog my ardor I smear,

Looking at the round of the moon flowing there,

And looking at the people flowing to and back,

Turning over stars on the waves in the shadow black.

I count the lions on the bridge balustrade made of stone,

Like sitting in a lonely boat, towed by myself alone,

Like crying, like murmuring, more like to myself apologizing!

Fretted, sympathetic, my heart stung like a lyre string, –

I say, a hoarse, hoarse lyre I know, an air

Not sung, the imagined fingers are on it, not there?