风波江上起， 系扁舟绿杨， 红杏村里。 羡渔娘风味， 总不施脂粉， 略加梳洗。 野花插髻， 便胜似宝钗香珥。 乍呼郎撒网鸣榔， 一棹水天无际。
美利， 蒲筐包蟹， 竹笼装虾， 柳条穿鲤。 市城不远， 朝日去， 午归矣。 并携来一瓮谁家美酝， 人与沙鸥同醉。 卧苇花一片茫茫， 夕阳千里。
Tune: Jui-ho hsien (An
Immortal on an Auspicious Crane) Title:
The Fisherman
When
wind and waves rise upon the river, They
tie the little boat to a green willow tree, In
the village of red apricot blossoms. How
I envy the fisherwoman’s air: She
uses no rouge or powder, Only
occasionally works her hair. A
wild flower on her bun Surpasses
any jeweled earring or hairpin. Suddenly
she calls her man to toss the net, sound the rattle, And
they row the boundless river-sky.
The
profit’s good. Rush
bags encase their crabs, Bamboo
baskets hold their shrimp, And
willow strands string their carp. The
city’s not far away: Go
there in the morning, Be
back at noon. They
bring along a vast of someone’s fine brew: Men
and gulls get drunk together, Lying
among blossoming reeds, a vast stretch of white, And
miles and miles of setting sun.
（Jan and Yvonne Walls 译） |
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