王维·《观猎》英译

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将军猎渭城。

草枯鹰眼疾，

雪尽马蹄轻。

忽过新丰市，

还归细柳营。

回看射雕处，

千里暮云平。

Hunting Scene

Loud rang the horn-decked how-string in the gale—

A general to the north a-hunting rode.

His falcon’s eyes sharp in the wither’d grass.

The snow had gone. His swift steed lightly strode.

In a wink he’d passed the wine-town, and next mo

He’s back in the barracks two score miles away.

He turned to where he’d shot the vulture—Lo!

The evening mists o’er the plains so boundless lay.