| 題名： | 春盡日 |
| 作者： | 白居易 |
| 芳景銷殘暑氣生 感時思事坐含情 無人開口共誰語 有酒回頭還自傾 醉對數叢紅芍藥 渴嘗一盌綠昌明 春歸似遺鶯留語 好住園林三兩聲 | |
| 英譯： |
The season of fragrance
Breathes its last hot vapors.
Moved by life's spectacle
I sit meditating upon it.
My emotions are at rest.
No one is near.
Whom can I talk to
If I opened my mouth?
But there's plenty of wine,
So I turn my head,
Tilt the jug
And look tipsily
At several clusters of carmine peonies.
When thirsty, I try a bowl
Of water clear as crystal.
As spring retreats
The nightingale sings its parting words,
A few rare notes
Issuing from its landscape-garden home.
Fragrant scene dispensing its last hot vapors, moved by the times, thinking of things I sit, feelings contained. No one there, if I open my mouth who can I talk to? But wine there is, so I turn my head and tilt the jug. Tipsy I face several carmine peony clusters; thirsty, I try a bowl of Crystal Clear. As spring goes back the nightingale seems to leave its parting words, a few choice sounds from its forest garden home. The season of fragrance Breathes its last hot vapors. Moved by life's spectacle I sit meditating upon it. My emotions are at rest. No one is near. Whom can I talk to If I opened my mouth? But there's plenty of wine, So I turn my head, Tilt the jug And look tipsily At several clusters of carmine peonies. When thirsty, I try a bowl Of water clear as crystal. As spring retreats The nightingale sings its parting words, A few rare notes Issuing from its landscape-garden home. Fragrant scene dispensing its last hot vapors, moved by the times, thinking of things I sit, feelings contained. No one there, if I open my mouth who can I talk to? But wine there is, so I turn my head and tilt the jug. Tipsy I face several carmine peony clusters; thirsty, I try a bowl of Crystal Clear. As spring goes back the nightingale seems to leave its parting words, a few choice sounds from its forest garden home. |
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