歌词翻译 (English)
Pipa Lament
Hand strokes the chord of the northern land
Coming from the pluck of the southern countryside
Since ancient times beautiful women have been born unlucky
All using the sound of the strings to show their sadness
Lady Meng Jiang, cried tears like nine springs
Until the Great Wall collapsed and revealed her husband's bones
Zhao Wuniang, pipa at her side
Her song is sorrowful, her hate is eternal
Qin Xianglian is truly pitiful
Her husband's heart like iron, hard to reunite
Jiao Guiying, led by her love
Rushed on for ten thousand leagues, enduring hard torture
I the slave am not Lady Meng Jiang
Her parting sorrow longer than the Great Wall
I the slave am not Zhao Wuniang
Embracing the pipa, travelling abroad
I the slave am not Qin Xianglian
Her blankets cold, her home empty summer after summer
Even if I am not Lady Jiao
My heart searching for my husband is stronger
My newlywed husband left our hometown
Beautiful and chaste in my room, looking with eager hope
I'm a travelling woman, wandering and searching
With great pain and hurting for another day
With great pain and hurting for another day
For another day