036
乐府
王昌龄
塞上曲
蝉鸣空桑林，
八月萧关道；
出塞复入塞，
处处黄芦草。
从来幽并客，
皆向沙场老；
莫学游侠儿，
矜夸紫骝好。
Folk-song-styled-verse
Wang Changling
AT A BORDER-FORTRESS
Cicadas complain of thin
mulberry-trees
In the Eighth-month chill at the
frontier pass.
Through the gate and back again,
all along the road,
There is nothing anywhere but
yellow reeds and grasses
And the bones of soldiers from
You and from Bing
Who have buried their lives in
the dusty sand.
...Let never a cavalier stir you
to envy
With boasts of his horse and his
horsemanship
037
乐府
王昌龄
塞下曲
饮马渡秋水，
水寒风似刀。
平沙日未没，
黯黯见临洮。
昔日长城战，
咸言意气高；
黄尘足今古，
白骨乱蓬蒿。
Folk-song-styled-verse
Wang Changling
UNDER A BORDER-FORTRESS
Drink, my horse, while we cross
the autumn water!-
The stream is cold and the wind
like a sword,
As we watch against the sunset
on the sandy plain,
Far, far away, shadowy Lingtao.
Old battles, waged by those long
walls,
Once were proud on all men's
tongues.
But antiquity now is a yellow
dust,
Confusing in the grasses its
ruins and white bones.
038
乐府
李白
关山月
明月出天山，
苍茫云海间；
长风几万里，
吹度玉门关。
汉下白登道，
胡窥青海湾。
由来征战地，
不见有人还。
戍客望边邑，
思归多苦颜；
高楼当此夜，
叹息未应闲。
Folk-song-styled-verse
Li Bai
THE MOON AT THE FORTIFIED PASS
The bright moon lifts from the
Mountain of Heaven
In an infinite haze of cloud and
sea,
And the wind, that has come a
thousand miles,
Beats at the Jade Pass
battlements....
China marches its men down
Baideng Road
While Tartar troops peer across
blue waters of the bay....
And since not one battle famous
in history
Sent all its fighters back
again,
The soldiers turn round, looking
toward the border,
And think of home, with wistful
eyes,
And of those tonight in the
upper chambers
Who toss and sigh and cannot
rest.
039
乐府
李白
子夜四时歌 春歌
秦地罗敷女，
采桑绿水边。
素手青条上，
红妆白日鲜。
蚕饥妾欲去，
五马莫留连。
Folk-song-styled-verse
Li Bai
BALLADS OF FOUR SEASONS: SPRING
The lovely Lo Fo of the western
land
Plucks mulberry leaves by the
waterside.
Across the green boughs
stretches out her white hand;
In golden sunshine her rosy robe
is dyed.
"my silkworms are hungry, I
cannot stay.
Tarry not with your five-horse
cab, I pray."
040
乐府
李白
子夜四时歌 夏歌
镜湖三百里，
菡萏发荷花。
五月西施采，
人看隘若耶。
回舟不待月，
归去越王家。
Folk-song-styled-verse
Li Bai
BALLADS OF FOUR SEASONS: SUMMER
On Mirror Lake outspread for
miles and miles,
The lotus lilies in full blossom
teem.
In fifth moon Xi Shi gathers
them with smiles,
Watchers o'erwhelm the bank of
Yuoye Stream.
Her boat turns back without
waiting moonrise
To yoyal house amid amorous
sighs.
041
乐府
李白
子夜四时歌 秋歌
长安一片月，
万户捣衣声；
秋风吹不尽，
总是玉关情。
何日平胡虏？
良人罢远征。
Folk-song-styled-verse
Li Bai
A SONG OF AN AUTUMN MIDNIGHT
A slip of the moon hangs over
the capital;
Ten thousand washing-mallets are
pounding;
And the autumn wind is blowing
my heart
For ever and ever toward the
Jade Pass....
Oh, when will the Tartar troops
be conquered,
And my husband come back from
the long campaign!
042
乐府
李白
子夜四时歌 冬歌
明朝驿使发，
一夜絮征袍。
素手抽针冷，
那堪把剪刀。
裁缝寄远道，
几日到临洮。
Folk-song-styled-verse
Li Bai
BALLADS OF FOUR SEASONS: WINTER
The courier will depart next
day, she's told.
She sews a warrior's gown all
night.
Her fingers feel the needle
cold.
How can she hold the scissors
tight?
The work is done, she sends it
far away.
When will it reach the town
where warriors stay?
043
乐府
李白
长干行
妾发初覆额，
折花门前剧；
郎骑竹马来，
绕床弄青梅。
同居长干里，
两小无嫌猜。
十四为君妇，
羞颜未尝开；
低头向暗壁，
千唤不一回，
十五始展眉，
愿同尘与灰；
常存抱柱信，
岂上望夫台？
十六君远行，
瞿塘滟滪堆；
五月不可触，
猿鸣天上哀。
门前迟行迹，
一一生绿苔；
苔深不能扫，
落叶秋风早。
八月蝴蝶来，
双飞西园草。
感此伤妾心，
坐愁红颜老。
早晚下三巴，
预将书报家；
相迎不道远，
直至长风沙。
Folk-song-styled-verse
Li Bai
A SONG OF CHANGGAN
My hair had hardly covered my
forehead.
I was picking flowers, paying by
my door,
When you, my lover, on a bamboo
horse,
Came trotting in circles and
throwing green plums.
We lived near together on a lane
in Ch'ang-kan,
Both of us young and
happy-hearted.
...At fourteen I became your
wife,
So bashful that I dared not
smile,
And I lowered my head toward a
dark corner
And would not turn to your
thousand calls;
But at fifteen I straightened my
brows and laughed,
Learning that no dust could ever
seal our love,
That even unto death I would
await you by my post
And would never lose heart in
the tower of silent watching.
...Then when I was sixteen, you
left on a long journey
Through the Gorges of Ch'u-t'ang,
of rock and whirling water.
And then came the Fifth-month,
more than I could bear,
And I tried to hear the monkeys
in your lofty far-off sky.
Your footprints by our door,
where I had watched you go,
Were hidden, every one of them,
under green moss,
Hidden under moss too deep to
sweep away.
And the first autumn wind added
fallen leaves.
And now, in the Eighth-month,
yellowing butterflies
Hover, two by two, in our
west-garden grasses
And, because of all this, my
heart is breaking
And I fear for my bright cheeks,
lest they fade.
...Oh, at last, when you return
through the three Pa districts,
Send me a message home ahead!
And I will come and meet you and
will never mind the distance,
All the way to Chang-feng Sha.
044
乐府
孟郊
烈女操
梧桐相待老，
鸳鸯会双死；
贞妇贵殉夫，
舍生亦如此。
波澜誓不起，
妾心井中水。
Folk-song-styled-verse
Meng Jiao
A SONG OF A PURE-HEARTED GIRL
Lakka-trees ripen two by two
And mandarin-ducks die side by
side.
If a true-hearted girl will love
only her husband,
In a life as faithfully lived as
theirs,
What troubling wave can arrive
to vex
A spirit like water in a
timeless well?
045
乐府
孟郊
游子吟
慈母手中线，
游子身上衣；
临行密密缝，
意恐迟迟归。
谁言寸草心，
报得三春辉？
Folk-song-styled-verse
Meng Jiao
A TRAVELLER'S SONG
The thread in the hands of a
fond-hearted mother
Makes clothes for the body of
her wayward boy;
Carefully she sews and
thoroughly she mends,
Dreading the delays that will
keep him late from home.
But how much love has the
inch-long grass
For three spring months of the
light of the sun?
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