Well, here's my attempt:

A youngster knows no true love,
yet struggles for a romantic poem.

英译了辛弃疾的一首词：

　　Young I was，and ignorant of the taste of care；

　　少年不识愁滋味，

　　Alone I loved to mount the stairs，

　　爱上层楼，

　　Alone I loved to mount the stairs，

　　爱上层楼，

　　And in new verses my imagined woes declare．

　　为赋新词强说愁。

　　Now I’ve learned all the bitterness of life’s care，

　　而今识尽愁滋味，

　　Never would I hint my despair，

　　欲说还休，

　　Never would I hint my despair，

　　欲说还休，

　　Murmuring instead：Ah autumn，how cool and fair．

　　却道天凉好个秋。

同事范德一见到译稿，说他正在读的林語堂先生My Country and My

People（《吾国与吾民》）一书，末尾恰好也有此词的英译，顺手就

翻给我看了：

　　In my young days，

　　I had tasted only gladness，

　　But loved to mount the top floor，

　　But loved to mount the top floor，

　　To write a song pretending sadness，

　　And now I’ve tasted

　　Sorrow’s flavors，bitter and sour，

　　And can’t find a word，

　　And can’t find a word，

　　But merely say，

　　“What a golden autumn hour！”

大家的翻译都很出色，我也来加入一个，八仙过海，呵呵

The youth, who never have a glimpse of love's chanting face,
Nevertheless, attempts to paint her grace in his odes