唐代 杜甫 Du Fu  唐代   （712～770）
Thoughts of Old Time V
A Long Climb
A Hearty Welcome to Vice-prefect Cui
A Spring View
The Eight-sided Fortress
On a Moonlight Night
A Song of War-chariots
Poetic Thoughts on Ancient Sites II
Autumn 8
Spring and 5
Above the ancient 3
Qian xing 5
The Temple of the Premier of Shu
A VIEW OF TAISHAN
Wang Yue Huashan Mountain
Wang Yue another anme for the Heng Mountain
From an Upper Story
On the Gate-tower at Youzhou
sing of one's feelings
A SONG OF A PAINTING TO GENERAL CAO
On Meeting Li Guinian Down the River
Remembering my Brothers on a Moonlight Night
TO MY RETIRED FRIEND WEI
ALONE IN HER BEAUTY
Multiple poems at a time
Qiyan official conservatory in the Han ynasty (206B.C.-A.D.220)
兵车行

A Song of War-chariots
兵车行

   Du Fu

The war-chariots rattle,
The war-horses whinny.
Each man of you has a bow and a quiver at his belt.
Father, mother, son, wife, stare at you going,
Till dust shall have buried the bridge beyond Changan.
They run with you, crying, they tug at your sleeves,
And the sound of their sorrow goes up to the clouds;
And every time a bystander asks you a question,
You can only say to him that you have to go.
...We remember others at fifteen sent north to guard the river
And at forty sent west to cultivate the campfarms.
The mayor wound their turbans for them when they started out.
With their turbaned hair white now, they are still at the border,
At the border where the blood of men spills like the sea –
And still the heart of Emperor Wu is beating for war.
...Do you know that, east of China's mountains, in two hundred districts
And in thousands of villages, nothing grows but weeds,
And though strong women have bent to the ploughing,
East and west the furrows all are broken down?
...Men of China are able to face the stiffest battle,
But their officers drive them like chickens and dogs.
Whatever is asked of them,
Dare they complain?
For example, this winter
Held west of the gate,
Challenged for taxes,
How could they pay?
...We have learned that to have a son is bad luck-
It is very much better to have a daughter
Who can marry and live in the house of a neighbour,
While under the sod we bury our boys.
...Go to the Blue Sea, look along the shore
At all the old white bones forsaken –
New ghosts are wailing there now with the old,
Loudest in the dark sky of a stormy day.

　　　　Translator: Witter Bynner
 　　

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