纳兰性德·《风流子·秋郊射猎》英译

平原草枯矣。重阳后、黄叶树骚骚。记玉勒青丝，落花时节，曾逢拾翠，忽听吹箫。今来是、烧痕残碧尽，霜影乱红凋。秋水映空，寒烟如织，皂雕飞处，天惨零高。　

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人生须行乐，君知否？容易两鬓萧萧。自与东君作别，铲地无耶。算功名何许？此身博得，短衣射虎，沽酒西郊。便向夕阳影里，倚马挥亳。

 

Tune: “Song of a Dandy”

Hunting in Autumn

Na-lan Hsing-te

 

Withered grass on the plain.

After the Festival of Double Nines

From trees yellow leaves begin to flutter down.

I recall the jade bridle, my hair all black, the season of fallen blossoms,

And people gathering kingfisher feathers;

Suddenly I remember the notes of a flute.

But now there are only parched traces of the green that is gone,

Everywhere, shadows of frost on faded swirls of red;

Autumn waters reflecting the sky,

Chilling mist like a brocade,

Where the vultures fly,

The sky is somber, the clouds are high.

 

A man must take his pleasure,

Don’t you know,

Easily the temples turn gray?

Since I’ve parted from the east wind,

I’ve suddenly grown crestfallen.

Why should I care for fame?

All my life,

I have worn a short cloak and shot at tigers,

Bought wine in the western suburb;

But I’ll turn toward the sun’s setting rays

And, leaning on my horse, put on a hero’s air.