毛泽东·《挽易昌陶》英译

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挽易昌陶

1915年5月

 

去去思君深，思君君不来。

愁杀芳年友，悲叹有余哀。

衡阳雁声彻，湘滨春溜回。

感物念所欢，踯躅南城隈。

城隈草萋萋，涔泪侵双题。

采采余孤景，日落衡云西。

方期沆漾游，零落匪所思。

永诀从今始，午夜惊鸣鸡。

鸣鸡一声唱，汗漫东皋上。

冉冉望君来，握手珠眶涨。

关山蹇骥足，飞飙拂灵帐。

我怀郁如焚，放歌倚列嶂。

列嶂青且茜，愿言试长剑。

东海有岛夷，北山尽仇怨。

荡涤谁氏子，安得辞浮贱。

子期竟早亡，牙琴从此绝。

琴绝最伤情，朱华春不荣。

后来有千日，谁与共平生？

望灵荐杯酒，惨淡看铭旌。

惆怅中何寄，江天水一泓。

 

A Verse with Five-Character Lines

An Elegy for Yi Changtao

May 1915

 

Wending far from you, I long for you affectionately,

But my longing for you cannot invoke your soul.

Your friend, sharing with you the spring of life and

Overwhelmed with woeful affliction,

Is heartbroken with lingering dole.

All over Hengyang reverberates the honk of wild geese,

And along the Xiangjiang River sneaks in the water vernal.

Moved at the hearing and sight, I miss my beloved friend with bitterness,

And loiter around the southern corner of the city wall.

Around the corner of the wall is the grass luxuriant,

And down my cheeks the tears trickle.

In a stretch of exuberance there remains merely a sole shadow,

Among the clouds on the west of Hengyang sets the sun after all.

As we planned to have a sightseeing of great waters,

To my mind your passing away is exceptional.

There from ensues the eternal mutual separation,

And at midnight the crowing cock gives me a startle.

Upon the rooster crow, I rise,

And on the eastern hillock I ramble.

I visualized your advent in a gently way,

When I shake your hands, with tears my eyes are full.

Trudging over the perilous pass and mountain lames the steed,

And the mourning curtain is struck by the violent gale.

Melancholy smolders in my heart,

And leaning against the peaks I roar songs heart and soul.

Lush and verdant are the peaks,

With which testing my sword may be my goal.

There exist the alien islands in the east sea,

And the northern mountain is full of resentment and quarrel.

Who will wash away the filth?

Those who cannot shirk the duty are the humble.

It’s regrettable that Zi Qi takes an early departure,

And Bo Ya’s fingering harp stops forever.

The cessation of the fingering harp is the most dolorous of all,

And the red flower will never be vernal.

There are thousands of days ahead,

Who will be with me in my life of all?

I hereby offer a cup of wine to you in the mourning hall,

And the wan-looking streamer I behold with sadness.

Where can I repose my sorrows?

In the sky-kissing water of the vast river.