七言绝句·乐府(五)

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　　陈子昂　登幽州台歌 ON A GATE-TOWER AT YUZHOU

　　前不见古人

　　後不见来者

　　念天地之悠悠

　　独怆然而涕下

　　Where, before me, are the ages that have gone?

　　And where, behind me, are the coming generations?

　　I think of heaven and earth, without limit, withoutend,

　　And I am all alone and my tears fall down.

　　李颀　古意 AN OLD AIR

　　男儿事长征

　　少小幽燕客

　　赌胜马蹄下

　　由来轻七尺

　　杀人莫敢前

　　须如猬毛磔

　　黄云陇底白雪飞

　　未得报恩不能归

　　辽东小妇年十五

　　惯弹琵琶解歌舞

　　今为羌笛出塞声

　　使我三军泪如雨

　　There once was a man, sent on military missions,

　　A wanderer, from youth, on the You and Yan frontiers.

　　Under the horses' hoofs he would meet his foes

　　And, recklessly risking his seven-foot body,

　　Would slay whoever dared confront

　　Those moustaches that bristled like porcupinequills.

　　...There were dark clouds below the hills, there were white clouds above them,

　　But before a man has served full time, how can he go back?

　　In eastern Liao a girl was waiting, a girl of fifteen years,

　　Deft with a guitar, expert in dance and song.

　　...She seems to be fluting, even now, a reed-song of home,

　　Filling every soldier's eyes with homesick tears.

　　李颀　送陈章甫... A FAREWELL TO MY FRIEND CHEN ZHANGFU

　　四月南风大麦黄

　　枣花未落桐叶长

　　青山朝别暮还见

　　嘶马出门思故乡

　　陈侯立身何坦荡

　　虬须虎眉仍大颡

　　腹中贮书一万卷

　　不肯低头在草莽

　　东门酤酒饮我曹

　　心轻万事皆鸿毛

　　醉卧不知白日暮

　　有时空望孤云高

　　长河浪头连天黑

　　津口停舟渡不得

　　郑国游人未及家

　　洛阳行子空叹息

　　闻道故林相识多

　　罢官昨日今如何

　　In the Fourth-month the south wind blows plains of yellow barley,

　　Date-flowers have not faded yet and lakka-leaves are long.

　　The green peak that we left at dawn we still can see at evening,

　　While our horses whinny on the road, eager to turn homeward.

　　...Chen, my friend, you have always been a great and good man,

　　With your dragon's moustache, tiger's eyebrows and your massive forehead.

　　In your bosom you have shelved away ten thousand volumes.

　　You have held your head high, never bowed it in the dust.

　　...After buying us wine and pledging us, here at the eastern gate,

　　And taking things as lightly as a wildgoose feather,

　　Flat you lie, tipsy, forgetting the white sun;

　　But now and then you open your eyes and gaze at a high lone cloud.

　　...The tide-head of the lone river joins the darkening sky.

　　The ferryman beaches his boat. It has grown too late to sail.

　　And people on their way from Cheng cannot go home,

　　And people from Loyang sigh with disappointment.

　　...I have heard about the many friends around your wood land dwelling.

　　Yesterday you were dismissed. Are they your friends today?

　　李颀　琴歌... A LUTE SONG

　　主人有酒欢今夕

　　请奏鸣琴广陵客

　　月照城头乌半飞

　　霜凄万树风入衣

　　铜炉华烛烛增辉

　　初弹渌水後楚妃

　　一声已动物皆静

　　四座无言星欲稀

　　清淮奉使千馀里

　　敢告云山从此始

　　Our host, providing abundant wine to make the night mellow,

　　Asks his guest from Yangzhou to play for us on the lute.

　　Toward the moon that whitens the city-wall, black crows are flying,

　　Frost is on ten thousand trees, and the wind blows through our clothes;

　　But a copper stove has added its light to that of flowery candles,

　　And the lute plays The Green Water, and then The Queen of Chu.

　　Once it has begun to play, there is no other sound:

　　A spell is on the banquet, while the stars grow thin....

　　But three hundred miles from here, in Huai, official duties await him,

　　And so it's farewell, and the road again, under cloudy mountains.

　　李颀　听董大弹胡笳声兼寄语弄房给事 ON HEARING DONG PLAY THE FLAGEOLET

　　A POEM TO PALACE-ATTENDANT FANG

　　蔡女昔造胡笳声

　　一弹一十有八拍

　　胡人落泪沾边草

　　汉使断肠对归客

　　古戍苍苍烽火寒

　　大荒沈沈飞雪白

　　先拂声弦後角羽

　　四郊秋叶惊 [扌戚][扌戚]

　　董夫子，通神明

　　深山窃听来妖精

　　言迟更速皆应手

　　将往复旋如有情

　　空山百鸟散还合

　　万里浮云阴且晴

　　嘶酸雏雁失群夜

　　断绝胡儿恋母声

　　川为静其波

　　鸟亦罢其鸣

　　乌孙部落家乡远

　　逻娑沙尘哀怨生

　　幽音变调忽飘洒

　　长风吹林雨堕瓦

　　迸泉飒飒飞木末

　　野鹿呦呦走堂下

　　长安城连东掖垣

　　凤凰池对青琐门

　　高才脱略名与利

　　日夕望君抱琴至

　　When this melody for the flageolet was made by Lady Cai,

　　When long ago one by one she sang its eighteen stanzas,

　　Even the Tartars were shedding tears into the border grasses,

　　And the envoy of China was heart-broken, turning back home with his escort.

　　...Cold fires now of old battles are grey on ancient forts,

　　And the wilderness is shadowed with white new-flying snow.

　　...When the player first brushes the Shang string and the Jue and then the Yu,

　　Autumn-leaves in all four quarters are shaken with a murmur.

　　Dong, the master,

　　Must have been taught in heaven.

　　Demons come from the deep pine-wood and stealthily listen

　　To music slow, then quick, following his hand,

　　Now far away, now near again, according to his heart.

　　A hundred birds from an empty mountain scatter and return;

　　Three thousand miles of floating clouds darken and lighten;

　　A wildgoose fledgling, left behind, cries for its flock,

　　And a Tartar child for the mother he loves.

　　Then river waves are calmed

　　And birds are mute that were singing,

　　And Wuzu tribes are homesick for their distant land,

　　And out of the dust of Siberian steppes rises a plaintive sorrow.

　　...Suddenly the low sound leaps to a freer tune,

　　Like a long wind swaying a forest, a downpour breaking tiles,

　　A cascade through the air, flying over tree-tops.

　　...A wild deer calls to his fellows. He is running among the mansions

　　In the corner of the capital by the Eastern Palace wall....

　　Phoenix Lake lies opposite the Gate of Green Jade;

　　But how can fame and profit concern a man of genius?

　　Day and night I long for him to bring his lute again.