| 英譯： |
North of the Isle of Maidens, by the mist-filled banks,
The image of the two girls weeping still holds true to life.
In the spring stillness, the rustic temple faces the river;
Teeming grasses grow among the ancient tablets, their inscriptions
long effaced.
At twilight, the fragrance laden breeze begins to blow;
As the moon sets, from the mountain depths a cuckoo cries.
The maidens seem to knit their brows to view his majesty's
arrival,
While across the Xiang, the Nine Peaked Mount grows
greener still.
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