张孝祥·《六州歌头》英译

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Songs of the Six States

Zhang Xiaoxiang

 

I strain my eye

As for as river Huai.

Wild grass grows high

On borders far and nigh.

Dust darkens the frontier,

Frosty wind strong and clear,

No sound assails the ear,

I feel so sad and drear.

I think of the mortified state.

Perhaps it was fate Beyond our power. By riverside

Where music was played well

There hangs the foe’s stinking smell.

Felt tents spread on the other side.

At sunset sheep and cattle lost

Between one and another enemy post.

See the foe hunt at night:

With torches e’en the stream is bright.

Hearing their drum and horn,

Can our heart not be torn?

 

The arrows at my waist

And my sword well encased

Are dust over or worn out.

What have I done about?

Time will be lost amain;

My heart is strong in vain.

The year is drawing near its last day,

The capital still far away.

With flags and shields the foe’s appeased;

Beacon fire ceased.

Our army beat

A safe retreat.

Envoys are sent

By the government.

They come and go in weal and woe?

It’s said the refugees in the lost Central Plain

Oft southward look for the northern campaign.

It they come here,

Indignant, they would shed tear on tear.