| 題名： | 病蟬 |
| 作者： | 賈島 |
| 病蟬飛不得，向我掌中行。拆翼猶能薄，酸吟尚極清。露華凝在腹，塵點誤侵睛。黃雀幷鳶鳥，俱懷害爾情。 | |
| 英譯： |
A sick cicada, unable $(now)$ to fly,
Walks over onto my palm.
Its broken wings can still grow thinner.
$(And)$ its 0 $(bitter)$ songs are clear as ever.
Dewdrops stick on $(its)$ belly,
Dust specks fallen by mischance in $(its)$ eyes.
The oriole and the kite as well
Both harbor the thought of your ruin.
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| 日譯： | 暫無日譯內容 |