杜甫·《石壕吏》英译

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暮投石壕村，有吏夜捉人。

老翁逾墙走，老妇出门看。

吏呼一何怒！妇啼一何苦！

听妇前致词：“三男邺城戍。

一男附书至，二男新战死。

存者且偷生，死者长已矣！

室中更无人，惟有乳下孙。

有孙母未去，出入无完裙。

老妪力虽衰，请从吏夜归。

急应河阳役，犹得备晨炊。”

夜久语声绝，如闻泣幽咽。

天明登前途，独与老翁别。

The Pressgang at Stone Moat Village

I seek for shelter at nightfall.

What is the pressgang coming for?

My old host climbs over the wall;

My old hostess answers the door.

How angry is the sergeant’s shout!

How bitter is the woman’s cry!

I hear what she tries to speak out.

“I’d three sons guarding the town high.

One wrote a letter telling me

That his brothers were killed in war.

He’ll keep alive if he can be;

The dead have passed and are no more.

In the house there is no man left,

Except my grandson in the breast

Of his mother, of all bereft;

She can’t come out, in tatters dressed.

Though I’m a woman weak and old,

I beg to go tonight with you,

That I may serve in the stronghold

And cook morning meals as my due.”

With night her voices fade away;

I seem to hear still sob and sigh.

At dawn again I go my way

And only bid my host goodbye.