Текст и перевод песни 鄭少秋 - 禪院鐘聲

禪院鐘聲

云寒雨冷 寂寥夜半景色凄清
荒山悄静 依稀隐约传来了夜半钟
钟声惊破梦更难成
是谁令我愁难罄 悲莫罄 情缘泡影
鸳鸯梦 三生约 何堪追认 旧爱一朝断
伤心哀我负爱抱恨决心逃情
禅院宵宵叹孤影
仿似杜宇哀声泣血夜半鸣 隐居涧绝岭
菩提伴我苦敲经 凡尘世俗 那堪复听
情似烟轻 禅心修佛性
梦幻已一朝醒 情根爱根 恨根怨根 春花怕赋咏
唉 情丝爱丝 愁丝怨丝 秋月怕留情
情心早化灰 禅心经洁净
为爱为情恨似病 对花对月怀前情
徒追忆 花月证
情人负我 变心负约太不应
相思当初枉心倾 怨句妹妹太薄幸
禅院钟声 深宵冷静
夜半有恨人已泪盈盈
为爱为情恨似病 对花对月怀前情
徒追忆 花月证
情人负我 变心负约太不应
相思当初枉心倾 怨句妹妹太薄幸
禅院钟声 深宵冷静
夜半有恨人已泪盈盈

Bell Tolling at the Zen Temple

Amidst the chilling rain and cold, the scenery is desolate and desolate in the middle of the night.
The desolate mountain is quiet, and the sound of the midnight bell can be faintly heard.
The bell breaks my dream, how can I ever sleep again?
Who is it that leaves me with endless sorrow? My grief is boundless, my love like a fleeting shadow.
A dream of mandarin ducks, a promise of three lives. How can I bear to recall our past love, now broken?
Heartbroken, I lament my betrayal and my determination to escape love.
In the Zen temple, I sigh alone night after night.
Like the mournful cries of the cuckoo, I weep blood in the middle of the night, hidden in the secluded streams and peaks.
Bodhi keeps me company as I laboriously recite scriptures. How can I bear to hear the affairs of the mortal world again?
Love is as light as smoke, I cultivate my Buddha nature with a Zen heart.
My dream has awakened, the roots of love, hatred, and resentment. I fear to compose poems about the spring flowers.
Alas! The threads of love and sorrow, the autumn moon fears to linger.
My heart of love has turned to ashes, my Zen heart is pure.
For love and hate, I am like one who is sick. Facing the flowers and the moon, I recall our past love.
I only pursue memories, the flowers and the moon bear witness.
My lover betrayed me, breaking our promise heartlessly.
My love was in vain, my resentment is deep for your fickleness, my dear.
The bell of the Zen temple tolls in the quiet of the night.
At midnight, filled with resentment, my eyes overflow with tears.
For love and hate, I am like one who is sick. Facing the flowers and the moon, I recall our past love.
I only pursue memories, the flowers and the moon bear witness.
My lover betrayed me, breaking our promise heartlessly.
My love was in vain, my resentment is deep for your fickleness, my dear.
The bell of the Zen temple tolls in the quiet of the night.
At midnight, filled with resentment, my eyes overflow with tears.