林庚·《春秋》英译

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暖风，鸟叫得更可怕

这时墨的窗前

辨不出酣睡的声息

 

人如腾在半空中

黑暗里有竹影摇摇

抓住一把,没什么

但觉得浮荡

 

醒来

金钟儿使得月色更清了

风在白杨的怀里奏着美曲

已是秋天

 

Spring and Autumn

Lin Kêng

 

If through all trees the warm wind glides at night,

Birds sing more poignantly;

Outside the hooded window

The sound of sleepers cannot be distinguished.

 

Man seems to float on air,

Shadows of bamboos shiver in the darkness:

Grasp a handful and nothing’s there

But a sensation as of floating things.

 

Wake up.

The “golden bell (1)” makes moonlight more serene,

The wind weaves music in the poplar boughs:

Already autumn’s here.

 

Note:

(1)    The “gold-bell” is a minute singing insect.