朱淑真·《蝶恋花·送春》英译

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欲系青春，少住春还去。

犹自风前飘柳絮，

随春且看归何处？

 

绿满山川闻杜宇，

便做无情，莫也愁人苦。

把酒送春春不语，

黄昏却下潇潇雨。

 

Die lian hua  

Zhu Shuzhen

             

Before the tower, thousands of strands of hanging willow.

I’d like to tie down the green of spring.

I could detain it a short while, but in the end it would vanish.

Willow catkins float in the wind

As though following spring just to see where it calls home.

All through the mountains and rivers filled with green I hear the cuckoo,

A bird without feelings of its own.

It must be grieving for another’s sorrow.

I take wine and make an offering to spring, but there is no response.

At dusk, though, comes a driving rain.

 

（Sophie Volpp 译）

 

Tune: Butterflies in Love with Flowers

Zhu Shuzhen

 

Thousands of willow twigs beyond my bower sway;

They try to retain spring, but she won’t stay

For long and goes away.

In vernal breeze the willow down still wafts with grace;

It tries to follow spring to find her dwelling place.

 

Hills and rills greened all over, I hear cuckoos sing;

Feeling no grief, why should they give me a sharp sting?

With wine cup in hand, I

Ask spring who won’t reply.

When evening grizzles,

A cold rain drizzles.

 

（许渊冲 译）

 

The Butterfly Fluttering around the Flowers

Farewell, Spring!

Zhu Shuzhen

 

Beyond the tower th’ weeping willows reach out

Countless twigs, intending to hold up Spring, which soon flees.

Th’ trees, as if curious of Spring’s whereabouts,

Send out their catkins to follow close the breeze.

 

From the green hills come the cuckoo’s plaintive cry:

If th’ bird were unfeeling, why does it wail o’er man’s pain?

Cup in hand I pledge Spring, which gives no reply,

When swashing and splashing down comes th’ evening rain.

 

（卓振英 译）