秋花紫蒙蒙，秋蝶黄茸茸。 花低蝶新小，飞戏丛西东。 日暮凉风来，纷纷花落丛。 夜深白露冷，蝶已死丛中。 朝生夕俱死，气类各相从。 不见千年鹤，多栖百丈松。
Autumn Butterfly Bai Juyi
A purple autumn flower, a golden autumn butterfly; the flower is a new blossom, the butterfly just born, flitting happily between one flower and the next; then at night, a cold wind comes and the flower petals fall to the ground, while among them lies the little butterfly now dead; in the daytime, both were alive; come night, both were dead; everything that lives is the same; have you ever seen a thousand year-old crane? It is said they live only on top of tall and ancient pines!
（Rewi Alley 译）
Autumn Butterflies Po Chü-I
Blossoms a deep maroon haze, autumn butterflies appear everywhere: teeming
yellow flecks, they hang from blossoms, frolic in crowded flight east and west.
At nightfall, when the cold winds come, a confusion of crowded blossoms falls,
and in the depths of night, dew ice-cold, butterflies fill out the crowds of death.
It’s true of all things kindred in ch’i: born this morning, dead tonight. No one
sees thousand-year immortality cranes: they perch high in thousand-foot pines.
（David Hinton 译） |
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