七言绝句·乐府(五)

　李颀　听安万善吹筚篥歌 ON HEARING AN WANSHAN PLAY THE REED-PIPE

　　南山截竹为筚篥

　　此乐本自龟兹出

　　流传汉地曲转奇

　　凉州胡人为我吹

　　傍邻闻者多叹息

　　远客思乡皆泪垂

　　世人解听不解赏

　　长飙风中自来往

　　枯桑老柏寒飕 [风留]

　　九雏鸣凤乱啾啾

　　龙吟虎啸一时发

　　万籁百泉相与秋

　　忽然更作渔阳掺

　　黄云萧条白日暗

　　变调如闻杨柳春

　　上林繁花照眼新

　　岁夜高堂列明烛

　　美酒一杯声一曲

　　Bamboo from the southern hills was used to make this pipe.

　　And its music, that was introduced from Persia first of all,

　　Has taken on new magic through later use in China.

　　And now the Tartar from Liangzhou, blowing it for me,

　　Drawing a sigh from whosoever hears it,

　　Is bringing to a wanderer's eyes homesick tears....

　　Many like to listen; but few understand.

　　To and fro at will there's a long wind flying,

　　Dry mulberry-trees, old cypresses, trembling in its chill.

　　There are nine baby phoenixes, outcrying one another;

　　A dragon and a tiger spring up at the same moment;

　　Then in a hundred waterfalls ten thousand songs of autumn

　　Are suddenly changing to The Yuyang Lament;

　　And when yellow clouds grow thin and the white sun darkens,

　　They are changing still again to Spring in the Willow Trees.

　　Like Imperial Garden flowers, brightening the eye with beauty,

　　Are the high-hall candles we have lighted this cold night,

　　And with every cup of wine goes another round of music.

　　孟浩然　夜归鹿门山歌 RETURNING AT NIGHT TO LUMEN MOUNTAIN

　　山寺钟鸣昼已昏

　　渔梁渡头争渡喧

　　人随沙路向江村

　　余亦乘舟归鹿门

　　鹿门月照开烟树

　　忽到庞公栖隐处

　　岩扉松径长寂寥

　　惟有幽人自来去

　　A bell in the mountain-temple sounds the coming of night.

　　I hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry,

　　While others follow the sand-bank to their homes along the river.

　　...I also take a boat and am bound for Lumen Mountain --

　　And soon the Lumen moonlight is piercing misty trees.

　　I have come, before I know it, upon an ancient hermitage,

　　The thatch door, the piney path, the solitude, the quiet,

　　Where a hermit lives and moves, never needing a companion.

　　李白　庐山谣寄卢侍御虚舟 A SONG OF LU MOUNTAIN TO CENSOR LU XUZHOU

　　我本楚狂人

　　凤歌笑孔丘

　　手持绿玉杖

　　朝别黄鹤楼

　　五岳寻仙不辞远

　　一生好入名山游

　　庐山秀出南斗傍

　　屏风九叠云锦张

　　影落明湖青黛光

　　金阙前开二峰长

　　银河倒挂三石梁

　　香炉瀑布遥相望

　　回崖沓障凌苍苍

　　翠影红霞映朝日

　　鸟飞不到吴天长

　　登高壮观天地间

　　大江茫茫去不黄

　　黄云万里动风色

　　白波九道流雪山

　　好为庐山谣

　　兴因庐山发

　　闲窥石镜清我心

　　谢公行处苍苔没

　　早服还丹无世情

　　琴心三叠道初成

　　遥见仙人彩云里

　　手把芙蓉朝玉京

　　先期汗漫九垓上

　　愿接卢敖游太清

　　I am the madman of the Chu country

　　Who sang a mad song disputing Confucius.

　　...Holding in my hand a staff of green jade,

　　I have crossed, since morning at the Yellow Crane Terrace,

　　All five Holy Mountains, without a thought of distance,

　　According to the one constant habit of my life.

　　Lu Mountain stands beside the Southern Dipper

　　In clouds reaching silken like a nine-panelled screen,

　　With its shadows in a crystal lake deepening the green water.

　　The Golden Gate opens into two mountain-ranges.

　　A silver stream is hanging down to three stone bridges

　　Within sight of the mighty Tripod Falls.

　　Ledges of cliff and winding trails lead to blue sky

　　And a flush of cloud in the morning sun,

　　Whence no flight of birds could be blown into Wu.

　　...I climb to the top. I survey the whole world.

　　I see the long river that runs beyond return,

　　Yellow clouds that winds have driven hundreds of miles

　　And a snow-peak whitely circled by the swirl of a ninefold stream.

　　And so I am singing a song of Lu Mountain,

　　A song that is born of the breath of Lu Mountain.

　　...Where the Stone Mirror makes the heart's purity purer

　　And green moss has buried the footsteps of Xie,

　　I have eaten the immortal pellet and, rid of the world's troubles,

　　Before the lute's third playing have achieved my element.

　　Far away I watch the angels riding coloured clouds

　　Toward heaven's Jade City, with hibiscus in their hands.

　　And so, when I have traversed the nine sections of the world,

　　I will follow Saint Luao up the Great Purity.

　　李白　梦游天姥吟留别 TIANMU MOUNTAIN ASCENDED IN A DREAM

　　海客谈瀛洲

　　烟涛微茫信难求

　　越人语天姥

　　云霓明灭或可睹

　　天姥连天向天横

　　势拔五岳掩赤城

　　天台四万八千丈

　　对此欲倒东南倾

　　我欲因之梦吴越

　　一夜飞渡镜湖月

　　湖月照我影

　　送我至剡溪

　　谢公宿处今尚在

　　渌水荡漾清猿啼

　　脚著谢公屐

　　身登青云梯

　　半壁见海日

　　空中闻天鸡

　　千岩万壑路不定

　　迷花倚石忽已暝

　　熊咆龙吟殷岩泉

　　栗深林兮惊层巅

　　云青青兮欲雨

　　水澹澹兮生烟

　　列缺霹雳

　　邱峦崩摧

　　洞天石扇

　　訇然中开

　　青冥浩荡不见底

　　日月照耀金银台

　　霓为衣兮风为马

　　云之君兮纷纷而来下

　　虎鼓瑟兮鸾回车

　　仙之人兮列如麻

　　忽魂悸以魄动

　　恍惊起而长嗟

　　惟觉时之枕席

　　失向来之烟霞

　　世间行乐亦如此

　　古来万事东流水

　　别君去兮何时还

　　且放白鹿青崖间

　　须行即骑访名山

　　安能摧眉折腰事权贵

　　使我不得开心颜

　　A seafaring visitor will talk about Japan,

　　Which waters and mists conceal beyond approach;

　　But Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain,

　　Still seen through its varying deeps of cloud.

　　In a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven,

　　Tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China

　　With the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range,

　　Which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.

　　...My heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh

　　And they cross Mirror Lake all night in the moon.

　　And the moon lights my shadow

　　And me to Yan River --

　　With the hermitage of Xie still there

　　And the monkeys calling clearly over ripples of green water.

　　I wear his pegged boots

　　Up a ladder of blue cloud,

　　Sunny ocean half-way,

　　Holy cock-crow in space,

　　Myriad peaks and more valleys and nowhere a road.

　　Flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends.

　　Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river,

　　Startle the forest and make the heights tremble.

　　Clouds darken with darkness of rain,

　　Streams pale with pallor of mist.

　　The Gods of Thunder and Lightning

　　Shatter the whole range.

　　The stone gate breaks asunder

　　Venting in the pit of heaven,

　　An impenetrable shadow.

　　...But now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace,

　　And, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind,

　　Come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one,

　　With tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers.

　　Row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures.

　　I move, my soul goes flying,

　　I wake with a long sigh,

　　My pillow and my matting

　　Are the lost clouds I was in.

　　...And this is the way it always is with human joy:

　　Ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east.

　　And so I take my leave of you, not knowing for how long.

　　...But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer

　　And ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you.

　　Oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office

　　Who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face!

　　李白　金陵酒肆留别 PARTING AT A WINE-SHOP IN NANJING

　　风吹柳花满店香

　　吴姬压酒唤客尝

　　金陵子弟来相送

　　欲行不行各尽觞

　　请君试问东流水

　　别意与之谁短长

　　A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop,

　　And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it

　　With my comrades of the city who are here to see me off;

　　And as each of them drains his cup, I say to him in parting,

　　Oh, go and ask this river running to the east

　　If it can travel farther than a friend's love!

　　李白　宣州谢 [月兆]

　　楼饯别校书叔云

　　A FAREWELL TO SECRETARY SHUYUN

　　AT THE XIETIAO VILLA IN XUANZHOU

　　弃我去者

　　昨日之日不可留

　　乱我心者

　　今日之日多烦忧

　　长风万里送秋雁

　　对此可以酣高楼

　　蓬莱文章建安骨

　　中间小谢又清发

　　俱怀逸兴壮思飞

　　欲上青天览明月

　　抽刀断水水更流

　　举杯销愁愁更愁

　　人生在世不称意

　　明朝散发弄扁舟

　　Since yesterday had to throw me and bolt,

　　Today has hurt my heart even more.

　　The autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort

　　As I face them from this villa, drinking my wine.

　　The bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven,

　　And I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side.

　　We both are exalted to distant thought,

　　Aspiring to the sky and the bright moon.

　　But since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords,

　　And sorrows return, though we drown them with wine,

　　Since the world can in no way answer our craving,

　　I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.

　　岑参　走马川行奉送封大夫出师西征

　　A SONG OF RUNNING-HORSE RIVER IN FAREWELL

　　TO GENERAL FENG OF THE WESTERN EXPEDITION

　　君不见走马川行雪海边

　　平沙莽莽黄入天

　　轮台九月风夜吼

　　一川碎石大如斗

　　随风满地石乱走

　　匈奴草黄马正肥

　　金山西见烟尘飞

　　汉家大将西出师

　　将军金甲夜不脱

　　半夜军行戈相拨

　　风头如刀面如割

　　马毛带雪汗气蒸

　　五花连钱旋作冰

　　幕中草檄砚水凝

　　虏骑闻之应胆慑

　　料知短兵不敢接

　　车师西门伫献捷

　　Look how swift to the snowy sea races Running-Horse River! --

　　And sand, up from the desert, flies yellow into heaven.

　　This Ninth-month night is blowing cold at Wheel Tower,

　　And valleys, like peck measures, fill with the broken boulders

　　That downward, headlong, follow the wind.

　　...In spite of grey grasses, Tartar horses are plump;

　　West of the Hill of Gold, smoke and dust gather.

　　O General of the Chinese troops, start your campaign!

　　Keep your iron armour on all night long,

　　Send your soldiers forward with a clattering of weapons!

　　...While the sharp wind's point cuts the face like a knife,

　　And snowy sweat steams on the horses' backs,

　　Freezing a pattern of five-flower coins,

　　Your challenge from camp, from an inkstand of ice,

　　Has chilled the barbarian chieftain's heart.

　　You will have no more need of an actual battle! --

　　We await the news of victory, here at the western pass!

　　岑参　轮台歌奉送封大夫出师西征 A SONG OF WHEEL TOWER IN FAREWELL TO GENERAL

　　FENG OF THE WESTERN EXPEDITION

　　轮台城头夜吹角

　　轮台城北旄头落

　　羽书昨夜过渠黎

　　单于已在金山西

　　戍楼西望烟尘黑

　　汉兵屯在轮台北

　　上将拥旄西出征

　　平明吹笛大军行

　　四边伐鼓雪海涌

　　三军大呼阴山动

　　虏塞兵气连云屯

　　战场白骨缠草根

　　剑河风急雪片阔

　　沙口石冻马蹄脱

　　亚相勤王甘苦辛

　　誓将报主静边尘

　　古来青史谁不见

　　今见功名胜古人

　　On Wheel Tower parapets night-bugles are blowing,

　　Though the flag at the northern end hangs limp.

　　Scouts, in the darkness, are passing Quli,

　　Where, west of the Hill of Gold, the Tartar chieftain has halted

　　We can see, from the look-out, the dust and black smoke

　　Where Chinese troops are camping, north of Wheel Tower.

　　...Our flags now beckon the General farther west-

　　With bugles in the dawn he rouses his Grand Army;

　　Drums like a tempest pound on four sides

　　And the Yin Mountains shake with the shouts of ten thousand;

　　Clouds and the war-wind whirl up in a point

　　Over fields where grass-roots will tighten around white bones;

　　In the Dagger River mist, through a biting wind,

　　Horseshoes, at the Sand Mouth line, break on icy boulders.

　　...Our General endures every pain, every hardship,

　　Commanded to settle the dust along the border.

　　We have read, in the Green Books, tales of old days-

　　But here we behold a living man, mightier than the dead.