陆游·《三月二十七日夜醉中作》英译

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去年射虎南山秋，夜归急雪满貂裘。

今年摧颓最堪笑，华发苍颜羞自照。

谁知得酒尚能狂，脱帽向人时大叫。

逆胡未灭心未平，孤剑床头铿有声。

破驿梦回灯欲死，打窗风雨正三更。

Writing in My Cups at Night on the 17^th of the 3^rd Month

Lu You

I carved a whale that year in the Eastern Ocean,

Gave play to my valor among white waves mountain-high;

In the Southern Hills last autumn I shot a tiger,

And snow muffled my sables as home I rode by night…

How ridiculously have I aged his year!

I wince at the gray hair, the wan face in my mirror;

And only when wine rekindles the old fires

Do I bare my head and shout defiance again.

While the Tartar hordes run wild, my heart cannot rest,

My sword clangs solitary by my bed;

The light gutters out as I wake in the shabby post-hose,

Storm batters the windows and the third watch sounds.