陆游·《剑门道中遇微雨》英译

衣上征尘杂酒痕，远游无处不消魂。

此身合是诗人未？细雨骑驴入剑门。

Running into Light Rain on the Road to Sword Gate Pass

Lu You

On my clothes the dust of travel mingled with wine stains;

a distant journey — no place that doesn't jar the soul!

And I — am really meant to be a poet?

In fine rain straddling a donkey I enter Sword Gate Pass.