| 題名： | 秋登蘭山寄張五 |
| 作者： | 孟浩然 |
| 北山白雲裏， 隱者自怡悅。 相望試登高， 心飛逐鳥滅。 愁因薄暮起， 興是清秋發。 時見歸村人， 沙行渡頭歇。 天邊樹若薺， 江畔舟如月。 何當載酒來， 共醉重陽節。 | |
| 英譯： |
HERE on the north peak among the white clouds
You enjoy the hermit's life,
And now in my yearning to reach you
I climb these high hills;
My heart follows the wild goose till
She disappears into space.
I am sad because the evening is coming on
I am happy because of the freshness of autumn;
From here I can see the farmers returning home
Walking along the sandy river bed till they rest at the head of the ford.
The trees on the horizon are like small herbs;
The island on the river looks like a moon.
I wonder when we shall be able to bring wine to such a place as this?
Here having drunk together we could enjoy the autumn festival.
On a northern peak among white clouds You have found your hermitage of peace; And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, High with the wildgeese flies my heart. The quiet dusk might seem a little sad If this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear; I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers Resting on the sand till the ferry returns; There are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses And against the river's rim an island like the moon.... I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine— And we'll celebrate together the Mountain Holiday. North Mountain is veiled in the clouds white; It only can please me, an eremite. Seeking for you, to climb the height I try; With the wild geese my mind fades into the sky. My griefs are wakened by the dim owl-light; My longings are inspired by the clear autumn sight. The villagers come back in no hurry; They walk on the sands and rest at the ferry. Like shepherd's purse the trees stand 'gainst the skyline; Like the new moon the islet by the strand does shine. Why don't you bring wine here to have a time gay, And be drunk with me on this Double-Ninth day? Among the white clouds of the north mountain There is a recluse who is content in himself. I try and climb up high to get a look at him; My heart flies after a bird that is lost to sight. I’m saddened when the evening closes in, Exhilarated by the clear autumn day. Now and then I see villagers going home, Crossing a sandbank, waiting for a ferry. The trees on the skyline look like shepherd’s purse, And a riverside island could well be the moon. When shall we bring some wine here, and drink our way Through the festival of the Double Ninth? |
| 日譯： | 暫無日譯內容 |