英文版

Have they run out of provinces yet?

If they haven’t, we’ve reason to fret.

Long ago, there was just Cantonese.

(Long ago, we were easy to please.)

But then food from Szechuan came our way,

Making Cantonese strictly passé.

Szechuanese was the song that we sung,

Though the ma po could burn through your tongue.

Then when Shanghainese got in the loop

We slurped dumplings whose insides were soup.

Then Hunan, the birth province of Mao,

Came along with its own style of chow.

So we thought we were finished, and then

A new province arrived: Fukien.

Then respect was a fraction of meagre

For those eaters who’d not eaten Uighur.

And then Xi’an from Shaanxi gained fame,

Plus some others—too many to name.

Now, as each brand-new province appears,

It brings tension, increasing our fears:

Could a place we extolled as a find

Be revealed as one province behind?

So we sometimes do miss, I confess,

Simple days of chow mein but no stress,

When we never were faced with the threat

Of more provinces we hadn’t met.

Is there one tucked away near Tibet?

Have they run out of provinces yet?

翻译版

这么多省份，还有完没完？

如果还没完，我们真的烦。

很久以前，这里只有广东菜，

但后来有了四川，

让广东菜成了过眼云烟。

我们歌唱四川菜，

虽然麻婆豆腐能把舌头烧穿。

上海菜也来追随，

我们吃着带汤的饺子吧唧嘴。

毛泽东的出生地湖南，

也带来了它独特的饭菜。

我们觉得这差不多了，

结果新省份又来了：福建。

仅有的兴趣也慢慢消减。

试问，谁还没吃过新疆菜？

还有声名远扬的陕西西安。

还有其他的数也数不过来。

每当一个崭新的地名出现，

我们紧张又不安。

在这个省份后面，

会不会又有新的省份出现。

我承认，我想念，

那个无忧无虑只有炒面的年代。

还有多少省份我们未曾谋面？

它是否躲在西藏的旁边。

到底还有完没完？