陈子龙·《小车行》英译

小车班班黄尘晚，

夫为推，妇为挽。

出门茫然何所之？

青青者榆疗吾饥，

愿得乐土共哺糜。

风吹黄蒿，

望见垣堵，

中有主人当饲汝。

叩门无人室无釜，

踯躅空巷泪如雨。

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The Little Cart

Chen Zilong

The little cart jolting and banging through the yellow haze of dusk.

The man pushing behind: the woman pulling in front.

They have left the city and do not know where to go.

“Green, green, those elm-tree leaves: they will cure my hunger,

If only we could find some quiet place and sup on them together.”

The wind has flattened the yellow motherwort:

Above it in the distance they see the walls of a house.

“There surely must be people living who’ll give you something to eat.”

They tap at the door, but no one comes: they look in, but the kitchen is empty.

They stand hesitating in the lonely road and their tears fall like rain.