诗歌翻译:周邦彦·《满庭芳·夏日溧水无想山作》

    摘要

    Courtyard Full of Fragrance

    《满庭芳·夏日溧水无想山作》的英文翻译

    满庭芳

    夏日溧水无想山作

    周邦彦

     

    风老莺雏,

    雨肥梅子,

    午阴嘉树清圆。

    地卑山近,

    衣润费炉烟。

    人静乌鸢自乐,

    小桥外、

    新绿溅溅。

    凭栏久,

    黄芦苦竹,

    疑泛九江船。

     

    年年,

    如社燕,

    飘流瀚海,

    来寄修椽。

    且莫思身外,

    长近尊前。

    憔悴江南倦客,

    不堪听急管繁弦。

    歌筵畔,

    先安簟枕,

    容我醉时眠。

     

    Courtyard Full of Fragrance

    Zhou Bangyan

     

    In balmy breeze

    Fledged orioles in flight,

    In gentle rain

    The mumes are filling out.

    At noon the rounded shadows of the stately trees

    Are pools of cool delight.

    Low is the plain

    With hills about.

    The clothes damp need incense smoke to make them dry.

    It’s so reposeful that e’er crows won’t fly.

    Beyond the little bridge green water sings its song.

    Leaning on rails for long,

    I seem to see that exiled poet who

    Was fenced in by a tangle of weeds and bamboo.

     

    From year to year

    I’m like a swallow swift that leaves

    For northern sea and wanders there and here,

    But glad to come back under the same old eaves.

    Well, why waste thoughts on downs and ups?

    Just drink the ever-brimming cups!

    For weary southerner with thoughts homebound,

    E’en merry flutes and strings would hollow sound.

    Beside the banquet table spread

    Put mat and pillow on a bed

    Where, drunken, I may rest my head!

     

    (许渊冲 译)

     

    Man Ting Fang

    – Written at Mount Wuxiang, Lishui.

    Zhou Bangyan

     

    The sucking oriole matures in winds,

    The green plums ripen in rains.

    The tree cast clear noontime shadows round.

    Since in the deep vale and wet stands my house,

    I often with incense smoke my moist dress.

    The crows are merry when human voice subsides,

    Beyond the little bridge the spring flood a rippling music plays.

    Here yellow reed and bitter bamboo grow,

    A scene that tempts me to sail into River Pen.

     

    As the swallow crosses the great sea

    Only a perch to find on the long beam,

    Even son, alas, wander my life’s recent years.

    An emaciate figure roaming in the river’s south,

    Nor the flute’s sweet music can I bear

    Nor the lyre’s sad melody.

    To the superfluous acquisitions give no thought,

    The overflowing cup fore’er be my friend.

    In the banquet hall wherein merry songs resound

    Pray set for me a couch first

    Whereupon drunken I may lie.

     

    (黄宏荃 译)

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