灞原风雨定，晚见雁行频。
落叶他乡树，寒灯独夜人。
空园白露滴，孤壁野僧邻。
寄卧郊扉久，何年致此身。
After the shower at Bashang,
I see an evening line of wildgeese,
The limp-hanging leaves of a foreign tree,
A lantern's cold gleam, lonely in the night,
An empty garden, white with dew,
The ruined wall of a neighbouring monastery.
...I have taken my ease here long enough.
What am I waiting for, I wonder. 露气寒光集，微阳下楚丘。
猿啼洞庭树，人在木兰舟。
广泽生明月，苍山夹乱流。
云中君不见，竟夕自悲秋。
A cold light shines on the gathering dew,
As sunset fades beyond the southern mountains;
Trees echo with monkeys on the banks of Lake Dongting,
Where somebody is moving in an orchid-wood boat.
Marsh-lands are swollen wide with the moon,
While torrents are bent to the mountains' will;
And the vanished Queens of the Clouds leave me
Sad with autumn all night long. 调角断清秋，征人倚戌楼。
春风对青冢，白日落梁州。
大漠无兵阻，穷边有客游。
蕃情似此水，长愿向南流。
Though a bugle breaks the crystal air of autumn,
Soldiers, in the look-out, watch at ease today
The spring wind blowing across green graves
And the pale sun setting beyond Liangzhou.
For now, on grey plains done with war,
The border is open to travel again;
And Tartars can no more choose than rivers:
They are running, all of them, toward the south. 迢递三巴路，羁危万里身。
乱山残雪夜，孤烛异乡人。
渐与骨肉远，转于僮仆亲。
那堪正漂泊，明日岁华新。
Farther and farther from the three Ba Roads,
I have come three thousand miles, anxious and watchful,
Through pale snow-patches in the jagged nightmountains –
A stranger with a lonely lantern shaken in the wind.
...Separation from my kin
Binds me closer to my servants –
Yet how I dread, so far adrift,
New Year's Day, tomorrow morning! 几行归塞尽，念尔独何之。
暮雨相呼失，寒塘欲下迟。
渚云低暗度，关月冷相随。
未必逢矰缴，孤飞自可疑。
Line after line has flown back over the border.
Where are you headed all by yourself?
In the evening rain you call to them –
And slowly you alight on an icy pond.
The low wet clouds move faster than you
Along the wall toward the cold moon.
...If they caught you in a net or with a shot,
Would it be worse than flying alone? 早被婵娟误，欲归临镜慵。
承恩不在貌，教妾若为容。
风暖鸟声碎，日高花影重。
年年越溪女，相忆采芙蓉。
Knowing beauty my misfortune,
I face my mirror with a sigh.
To please a fastidious emperor,
How shall I array myself?....
Birds flock and sing when the wind is warm,
Flower-shadows climb when the sun is high –
And year after year girls in the south
Are picking hibiscus, dreaming of love! 清瑟怨遥夜，绕弦风雨哀。
孤灯闻楚角，残月下章台。
芳草已云暮，故人殊未来。
乡书不可寄，秋雁又南回。
Far through the night a harp is sighing
With a sadness of wind and rain in the strings....
There's a solitary lantern, a bugle-call –
And beyond Terrace Tower down goes the moon.
...Fragrant grasses have changed and faded
While still I have been hoping that my old friend would come....
There are no more messengers I can send him,
Now that the wildgeese have turned south. 移家虽带郭，野径入桑麻。
近种篱边菊，秋来未著花。
扣门无犬吠，欲去问西家。
报道山中去，归来每日斜。
To find you, moved beyond the city,
A wide path led me, by mulberry and hemp,
To a new-set hedge of chrysanthemums –
Not yet blooming although autumn had come.
...I knocked; no answer, not even a dog.
I waited to ask your western neighbour;
But he told me that daily you climb the mountain,
Never returning until sunset. 昔人已乘黄鹤去，此地空余黄鹤楼。
黄鹤一去不复返，白云千载空悠悠。
晴川历历汉阳树，芳草萋萋鹦鹉洲。
日暮乡关何处是，烟波江上使人愁。
Where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven,
Nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace.
The yellow crane never revisited earth,
And white clouds are flying without him for ever.
...Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water,
And Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses;
But I look toward home, and twilight grows dark
With a mist of grief on the river waves. 迢峣太华俯咸京，天外三峰削不成。
武帝祠前云欲散，仙人掌上雨初晴。
河山北枕秦关险，驿路西连汉畤平。
借问路旁名利客，何如此处学长生。
Lords of the capital, sharp, unearthly,
The Great Flower's three points pierce through heaven.
Clouds are parting above the Temple of the Warring Emperor,
Rain dries on the mountain, on the Giant's Palm.
Ranges and rivers are the strength of this western gate,
Whence roads and trails lead downward into China.
...O pilgrim of fame, O seeker of profit,
Why not remain here and lengthen your days? 汉文皇帝有高台，此日登临曙色开。
三晋云山皆北向，二陵风雨自东来。
关门令尹谁能识，河上仙翁去不回。
且欲竟寻彭泽宰，陶然共醉菊花杯。
The Han Emperor Wen bequeathed us this terrace
Which I climb to watch the coming dawn.
Cloudy peaks run northward in the three Jin districts,
And rains are blowing westward through the two Ling valleys.
...Who knows but me about the Guard at the Gate,
Or where the Magician of the River Bank is,
Or how to find that magistrate, that poet,
Who was as fond as I am of chrysanthemums and winecups? 朝闻游子唱骊歌，昨夜微霜初度河。
鸿雁不堪愁里听，云山况是客中过。
关城曙色催寒近，御苑砧声向晚多。
莫是长安行乐处，空令岁月易蹉跎。
The travellers' parting-song sounds in the dawn.
Last night a first frost came over the river;
And the crying of the wildgeese grieves my sad heart
Bounded by a gloom of cloudy mountains....
Here in the Gate City, day will flush cold
And washing-flails quicken by the gardens at twilight –
How long shall the capital content you,
Where the months and the years so vainly go by? 嗟君此别意如何，驻马衔杯问谪居。
巫峡啼猿数行泪，衡阳归雁几封书。
青枫江上秋帆远，白帝城边古木疏。
圣代即今多雨露，暂时分手莫踌躇。
What are you thinking as we part from one another,
Pulling in our horses for the stirrup-cups?
Do these tear-streaks mean Wu Valley monkeys all weeping,
Or wildgeese returning with news from Heng Mountain?....
On the river between green maples an autumn sail grows dim,
There are only a few old trees by the wall of the White God City....
But the year is bound to freshen us with a dew of heavenly favour –
Take heart, we shall soon be together again! 鸡鸣紫陌曙光寒，莺啭皇州春色阑。
金阙晓钟开万户，玉阶仙仗拥千官。
花迎剑佩星初落，柳拂旌旗露未干。
独有凤凰池上客，阳春一曲和皆难。
Cock-crow, the Purple Road cold in the dawn;
Linnet songs, court roofs tinted with April;
At the Golden Gate morning bell, countless doors open,
And up the jade steps float a thousand officials
With flowery scabbards.... Stars have gone down;
Willows are brushing the dew from the flags –
And, alone on the Lake of the Phoenix, a guest
Is chanting too well The Song of Bright Spring. 绛帻鸡人报晓筹，尚衣方进翠云裘。
九天阊阖开宫殿，万国衣冠拜冕旒。
日色才临仙掌动，香烟欲傍衮龙浮。
朝罢须裁五色诏，佩声归到凤池头。
The red-capped Cock-Man has just announced morning;
The Keeper of the Robes brings Jade-Cloud Furs;
Heaven's nine doors reveal the palace and its courtyards;
And the coats of many countries bow to the Pearl Crown.
Sunshine has entered the giants' carven palms;
Incense wreathes the Dragon Robe:
The audience adjourns-and the five-coloured edict
Sets girdle-beads clinking toward the Lake of the Phoenix. 渭水自萦秦塞曲，黄山旧绕汉宫斜。
銮舆迥出千门柳，阁道回看上苑花。
云里帝城双凤阙，雨中春树万人家。
为乘阳气行时令，不是宸游玩物华。
Round a turn of the Qin Fortress winds the Wei River,
And Yellow Mountain foot-hills enclose the Court of China;
Past the South Gate willows comes the Car of Many Bells
On the upper Palace-Garden Road-a solid length of blossom;
A Forbidden City roof holds two phoenixes in cloud;
The foliage of spring shelters multitudes from rain;
And now, when the heavens are propitious for action,
Here is our Emperor ready-no wasteful wanderer. 积雨空林烟火迟，蒸藜炊黍饷东灾。
漠漠水田飞白鹭，阴阴夏木啭黄鹂。
山中习静观朝槿，松下清斋折露葵。
野老与人争席罢，海鸥何事更相疑。
The woods have stored the rain, and slow comes the smoke
As rice is cooked on faggots and carried to the fields;
Over the quiet marsh-land flies a white egret,
And mango-birds are singing in the full summer trees....
I have learned to watch in peace the mountain morningglories,
To eat split dewy sunflower-seeds under a bough of pine,
To yield the post of honour to any boor at all....
Why should I frighten sea gulls, even with a thought? 洞门高阁霭余晖，桃李阴阴柳絮飞。
禁里疏钟官舍晚，省中啼鸟吏人稀。
晨摇玉佩趋金殿，夕奉天书拜琐闱。
强欲从君无那老，将因卧病解朝衣。
High beyond the thick wall a tower shines with sunset
Where peach and plum are blooming and the willowcotton flies.
You have heard in your office the court-bell of twilight;
Birds find perches, officials head for home.
Your morning-jade will tinkle as you thread the golden palace;
You will bring the word of Heaven from the closing gates at night.
And I should serve there with you; but being full of years,
I have taken off official robes and am resting from my troubles. 西山白雪三城戍，南浦清江万里桥。
海内风尘诸弟隔，天涯涕泪一身遥。
惟将迟暮供多病，未有涓埃答圣朝。
跨马出郊时极目，不堪人事日萧条。
Snow is white on the westward mountains and on three fortified towns,
And waters in this southern lake flash on a long bridge.
But wind and dust from sea to sea bar me from my brothers;
And I cannot help crying, I am so far away.
I have nothing to expect now but the ills of old age.
I am of less use to my country than a grain of dust.
I ride out to the edge of town. I watch on the horizon,
Day after day, the chaos of the world. 剑外忽传收蓟北，初闻涕泪满衣裳。
却看妻子愁何在，漫卷诗书喜欲狂。
白日放歌须纵酒，青春作伴好还乡。
即从巴峡穿巫峡，便下襄阳向洛阳。
News at this far western station! The north has been recaptured!
At first I cannot check the tears from pouring on my coat –
Where is my wife? Where are my sons?
Yet crazily sure of finding them, I pack my books and poems- -
And loud my song and deep my drink
On the green spring-day that starts me home,
Back from this mountain, past another mountain,
Up from the south, north again-to my own town! 清秋幕府井梧寒，独宿江城蜡炬残。
永夜角声悲自语，中庭月色好谁看。
风尘荏苒音书绝，关塞萧条行陆难。
已忍伶俜十年事，强移栖息一枝安。
The autumn night is clear and cold in the lakka-trees of this courtyard.
I am lying forlorn in the river-town. I watch my guttering candle.
I hear the lonely notes of a bugle sounding through the dark.
The moon is in mid-heaven, but there's no one to share it with me.
My messengers are scattered by whirls of rain and sand.
City-gates are closed to a traveller; mountains are walls in my way –
Yet, I who have borne ten years of pitiable existence,
Find here a perch, a little branch, and am safe for this one night. 岁暮阴阳催短景，天涯霜雪霁寒宵。
五更鼓角声悲壮，三峡星河影动摇。
野哭千家闻战伐，夷歌数处起渔樵。
卧龙跃马终黄土，人事音书漫寂寥。
While winter daylight shortens in the elemental scale
And snow and frost whiten the cold-circling night,
Stark sounds the fifth-watch with a challenge of drum and bugle.
...The stars and the River of Heaven pulse over the three mountains;
I hear women in the distance, wailing after the battle;
I see barbarian fishermen and woodcutters in the dawn.
...Sleeping-Dragon, Plunging-Horse, are no generals now, they are dust –
Hush for a moment, O tumult of the world.
2) A Night in a Chamber
Tr. Wu Juntao
The nights and days so swiftly flee at the end of the year;
At this corner of the earth, after snow, the cold, dark sky is clear.
In the dim twilight the drums and bugles moan touchingly;
Between the Three Gorges the waves mirror the galaxy.
The cry of battle is heard in some folk's wailings long.
And fishermen and woodsmen sing some alien folk song.
Even Zhuge Liang and Gongsun Shu were but dust at last,
How futile it is to bemoan sorrows that are past!
Note:
Gongsun Shu (?-36), an official of the Han Dynasty, but in the last years of the dynasty he occupied the area of Shu by force of arms, and entitled himself White Emperor. 支离东北风尘际，飘泊西南天地间。
三峡楼台淹日月，五溪衣服共云山。
羯胡事主终无赖，词客哀时且未还。
庾信平生最萧瑟，暮年诗赋动江关。
Forlorn in the northeast among wind and dust,
Drifting in the southwest between heaven and earth,
Lingering for days and months in towers and terraces at the Three Gorges,
Sharing clouds and mountains with the costumes of the Five Streams.
The barbarian serving the ruler in the end was unreliable.
The wandering poet lamenting the times had no chance to return.
Yu Xin throughout his life was most miserable,
In his waning years his poetry stirred the land of rivers and passes. 群山万壑赴荆门，生长明妃尚有村。
一去紫台连朔漠，独留青冢向黄昏，
画图省识春风面，环佩空归月夜魂。
千载琵琶作胡语，分明怨恨曲中论。
Ten thousand ranges and valleys approach the Jing Gate
And the village in which the Lady of Light was born and bred.
She went out from the purple palace into the desertland;
She has now become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
Her face! Can you picture a wind of the spring?
Her spirit by moonlight returns with a tinkling
Song of the Tartars on her jade guitar,
Telling her eternal sorrow. |
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