| 題名： | 秋來 |
| 作者： | 李賀 |
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| 英譯： |
The wind in the wu-t'ung startles the heart, a lusty man despairs;
Spinners in the fading lamplight cry chill silk.
Who will study a bamboo book still green
And forbid the grubs to bore their powdery holes?
This night's thoughts will surely stretch my guts straight:
Cold in the rain a sweet phantom comes to console the writer.
By the autumn tombs a ghost chants the poem of Pao Chao.
My angry blood for a thousand years will be emeralds under the earth!
WIND in the plane-trees startles my heart To a man's bitter grief. In the guttering lamplight, spinners cry Their icy silk. Who will ever read these slips Of green bamboo, Or forbid the ornate worm To pierce its powdery holes? Such thoughts tonight must disentwine My knotted heart. In the cold rain comes a fragrant spirit To console this poet. On an autumn grave a ghost sits chanting That poem of Pao's. A thousand years in earth makes emerald jade That rancorous blood. The wind in the planetrees shakes my heart, alas! In the weak lamplight the cold crickets cry like the reeling of silk. How may I look on a green bamboo leaf Without first driving away the worms eating at the holes? Thinking of my helpless works, I must make my heart stead-fast. What scented souls in these cold rains will share my grief? On autumn graves the ghosts are singing Pao's poems. After thousands of years in the earth the hateful blood turns green. |
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