| 題名： | 東坡種花二首其一 |
| 作者： | 白居易 |
| 持錢買花樹， 城東坡上栽。 但購有花者， 不限桃杏梅。 百果參雜種， 千枝次第開。 天時有早晚， 地力無高低。 紅者霞豔豔， 白者雪皚皚。 遊蜂逐不去， 好鳥亦來棲。 前有長流水， 下有小平臺。 時拂臺上石， 一舉風前杯。 花枝蔭我頭， 花蕊落我懷。 獨酌復獨詠， 不覺月平西。 巴俗不愛花， 竟春無人來。 唯此醉太守， 盡日不能迴。 | |
| 英譯： |
I TOOK money and bought flowering trees
And planted them out on the bank to the east of the Keep.
I simply bought whatever had most blooms,
Not caring whether peach, apricot, or plum.
A hundred fruits, all mixed up together;
A thousand branches, fowering in due rotation.
Each has its season coming early or late;
But to all alike the fertile soil is kind.
The red flowers hang like a heavy mist;
The white flowers gleam like a fall of snow.
The wandering bees cannot bear to leave them;
The sweet birds also come there to roost.
In front there flows an ever-running stream;
Beneath there is built a little flat terrace;
Sometimes I sweep the flagstones of the terrace;
Sometimes, in the wind, I raise my cup and drink.
The flower-branches screen my head from the sun;
The flower-buds fall down into my lap.
Alone drinking, alone singing my songs,
I do not notice that the moon is level with the steps.
The people of Pa do not care for flowers;
All the spring no one has come to look.
But their Governor-General, alone with his cup of wine,
Sits till evening and will not move from the place!
I took money and bought flowering trees And planted them out on the bank to the east of the Keep I simply bought whatever had most blooms, Not caring whether peach, apricot, or plum. A hundred fruits, all mixed up together; A thousand branches, flowering in due rotation. Each has its season coming early or late; But to all alike the fertile soil is kind. The red flowers hang like a heavy mist; The white flowers gleam like a fall of snow. The wandering bees cannot bear to leave them; The sweet birds also come there to roost. In front there flows an ever-running stream; Beneath there is built a little flat terrace. Sometimes I sweep the flagstones of the terrace; Sometimes, in the wind, I raise my cup and drink. The fower-branches screen my head from the sun; The flower-buds fall down into my lap. Alone drinking, alone singing my songs I do not notice that the moon is level with the steps. The people of Pa do not care for flowers; All the spring no one has come to look. But their Governor General, alone with his cup of wine Sits till evening and will not move from the place! I took money and bought flowering trees And planted them out on the bank to the east of the Keep. I simply bought whatever had most blooms, Not caring whether peach, apricot, or plum. A hundred fruits, all mixed up together; A thousand branches, flowering in due rotation. Each has its season coming early or late; But to all alike the fertile soil is kind. The red flowers hang like a heavy mist; The white flowers gleam like a fall of snow. The wandering bees cannot bear to leave them; The sweet birds also come there to roost. In front there flows an ever-running stream; Beneath there is built a little fat terrace. Sometimes I sweep the flagstones of the terrace; Sometimes, in the wind, I raise my cup and drink. The flower-branches screen my head from the sun; The flower-buds fall down into my lap. Alone drinking, alone singing my songs I do not notice that the moon is level with the steps. The people of Pa do not care for flowers; All the spring no one has come to look. But their Governor General, alone with his cup of wine Sits till evening and will not move from the place! |
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