陆游·《闻虏乱有感》英译

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玄熊苍兕积如阜，赤手曳虎毛毵毵。

有时登高望鄠杜，悲歌仰天泪如雨。

头颅自揣已可知，一死犹思报明主。

近闻索虏自相残，秋风抚剑泪丸澜。

雒阳八陵那忍说，玉座尘昏松柏寒。

儒冠忽忽垂五十，急装何由穿裤褶？

羞为老骥伏枥悲，宁作枯鱼过河泣。

News Comes of Fighting Among the Tartars

Lu You

That year we campaigned south of the Southern Hills,

Often riding out to hunt at night after drinking;

The game piled up: black bears, gray rhinoceros…

And bare-handed I dragged back a shaggy tiger.
At times I climbed a height, gazed towards Chang’an,

And chanted my grief to the sky while tears fell like rain.

Now my gray hair betrays my age,

Yet I long to lay down my life for my noble lord.

When word comes of war among the Tartar tribes

I fondle my blade in the autumn wind, and tears

Will not let me speak of the Eight Tombs at Luoyang,

Dust-strained sepulchers among the chilly pines…

I am nearing fifty and wear a scholar’s cap

When I long to wear riding breeches;

And old charger brooding in his box, ashamed,

Not even a “dried fish ferried across the river”!