帝女花之香夭 (İngilizce translation)
Flower-like Princess' Fragrant Sacrifice
F: Falling petals fill the atmosphere, obscuring the moon from view.
With a cup of wine, I offer my respect to my ancestors.
This flower-like daughter of a king, tearfully offers incense.
In gratitude to my parents, I willingly give my life.
Secretly, I steal a glance, stealthily, I steal a look.
He is tearful, tearfully hiding his sorrow.
I'm half afraid, half fearful that
My prince would value his position too much to give up everything
And journey with me to the next world.
M: Every inch of me longs to be buried together with you.
As lovers, in each other's arms.
In the next world we'll build a new bridal chamber.
In the underworld, we will seek a new life together.
F: Oh! My appreciative lover is willing to sacrifice his life for me.
On this wedding night, it is unfair that my groom has to drink poisoned wine.
M: Our land has been conquered,
I'm grateful to the deceased king for his immeasurable kindness.
With my bride, I bow in respect to his memory.
F: Finally, my dream of a perfect wedding and growing old together is coming true.
Who would want blood flowing like the dripping wax on a wedding night.
Oh! It's my fault that you must suffer the same fate as me.
Let us be true to the age-old customs, bowing deeply to each other,
And drink together from these wedding cups before we enter the grave, our wedding chamber.
So that future generations will praise my prince in songs and stories.
M: I pretend this canopy of weeping willows are the curtains of our bridal chamber
The Prince of the Ming Dynasty is looking at his bride admiringly.
Holding a light in the middle of the night, gazing at you intently.
F: As long as the earth and the skies exists, this loving bride will remain with her chosen groom.
I would, with groom take our bows together and raise our cups to each other.
M: Handing to you the golden cups,
Slowly, we sip, gently we taste this poisoned wine, in tears.
F: Together we happily, are becoming intoxicated in the land of dreams.
M: Raising our cups together this very night we move on.
F: I wear a bridal tiara in place of burial make up.
M: My Princely attire would be for the grave
F: Holding each other
M: In embrace for support
F&M: These tree's entwined branches are soaked with fragrance of a Princess.
M: My Princess, pretty as a flower,
F: Will forever accompany her faithful lover.
F&M: Even in death we will, in a tight embrace, like these entwined trees, remain forever.