寒山·《天生百尺树》英译

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可惜栋梁材，抛之在幽谷。

年多心尚劲，日久皮渐秃。

识者取将来，犹堪柱马屋。

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Lumbermen assail the immortals’ trees,

Plane them into measured plans,

Busily hewing them to a woodsman’s tune.

Abandoned, unaccountably, sprawled

In a sunless valley, their fiber holds

Though their hearts turn gray and their skin festers.

Might an old man carry them away?

It takes little to raise a cottager’s beams.

（Peter Stambler 译）

When Heaven produces one-hundred-foot trees,

They can be cut into long and strong boards.

How sad that this “material for pillars and beams”

Is abandoned in some hidden vale.

Its years may be numerous, but its heart is still strong;

So many its days—its bark gradually getting bare.

But if one who knows worth comes and takes it,

It can still be used for some stable “post.”

（Robert. G. Henricks 译）

Hundred-foot trees produced by Heaven

get sawed into giant planks

unfortunate building timber

gets left in a hidden valley

its heart stays strong despite the years

its bark falls off day after day

if some astute person took it away

it still could prop up a stable

（Red Pine 译）