译(一)界(介)小生

李商隱

無題之三

相見時難別亦難， 東風無力百花殘。
春蠶到死絲方盡， 蠟炬成灰淚始乾。
曉鏡但愁雲鬢改， 夜吟應覺月光寒。
蓬萊此去無多路， 青鳥殷勤為探看。

TO ONE UNNAMED III

Time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted,
And the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone,
And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die
And every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
Mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing,
Yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
...It is not so very far to her Enchanted Mountain
O blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!

白居易

賦得古原草送別

離離原上草， 一歲一枯榮。
野火燒不盡， 春風吹又生。
遠芳侵古道， 晴翠接荒城。
又送王孫去， 萋萋滿別情。

GRASSES

Boundless grasses over the plain
Come and go with every season;
Wildfire never quite consumes them --
They are tall once more in the spring wind.
Sweet they press on the old high- road
And reach the crumbling city-gate....
O Prince of Friends, you are gone again....
I hear them sighing after you.

孟浩然

過故人莊

故人具雞黍， 邀我至田家。
綠樹村邊合， 青山郭外斜。
開軒面場圃， 把酒話桑麻。
待到重陽日， 還來就菊花。

STOPPING AT A FRIEND'S FARM-HOUSE

Preparing me chicken and rice, old friend,
You entertain me at your farm.
We watch the green trees that circle your village
And the pale blue of outlying mountains.
We open your window over garden and field,
To talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands.
...Wait till the Mountain Holiday --
I am coming again in chrysanthemum time.

王維

山居秋暝

空山新雨後， 天氣晚來秋。
明月松間照， 清泉石上流。
竹喧歸浣女， 蓮動下漁舟。
隨意春芳歇， 王孫自可留。

AN AUTUMN EVENING IN THE MOUNTAINS

After rain the empty mountain
Stands autumnal in the evening,
Moonlight in its groves of pine,
Stones of crystal in its brooks.
Bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home,
Lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat --
And what does it matter that springtime has gone,
While you are here, O Prince of Friends?

杜甫

登岳陽樓

昔聞洞庭水， 今上岳陽樓。
吳楚東南坼， 乾坤日夜浮。
親朋無一字， 老病有孤舟。
戎馬關山北， 憑軒涕泗流。

ON THE GATE-TOWER AT YOUZHOU

I had always heard of Lake Dongting --
And now at last I have climbed to this tower.
With Wu country to the east of me and Chu to the south,
I can see heaven and earth endlessly floating.
...But no word has reached me from kin or friends.
I am old and sick and alone with my boat.
North of this wall there are wars and mountains --
And here by the rail how can I help crying?