| 題名： | 閒居春盡 |
| 作者： | 白居易 |
| 閒泊池舟靜掩扉 老身慵出客來稀 愁應暮雨留教住 春被殘鶯喚遺歸 揭甕偷嘗新熟酒 開箱試著舊生衣 冬裘夏葛相催促 垂老光陰速似飛 | |
| 英譯： |
I stay idly in my boat on the pond.
I'm loath to show my old body
Behind closed doors.
Guests are few.
With the late night rain
My melancholy lingers;
Here is its home.
A remaining nightingale
Summons the spring
To return to its source.
Secretly I take up the wine-jug
With its newly brewed wine,
Open the clothes-chest
Intending to wear
Old hemp garments.
Life is merely a succession
Of winter furs and summer linens.
On the verge of old age
How swiftly fly past
Time's glow and shadow!
Idle I stay in my boat on the pond behind closed doors, old body loath to show itself, scarce the guests. My melancholy stays with that late night rain, here it resides; remnant nightingale calls on spring to go back where it came from. I take up the wine jug, secret taste the new brewed wine, open the box, try to wear the old hemp garments. Winter furs summer linens urge one another onwards, on the verge of old time's glow and shadow fly swift by. I stay idly in my boat on the pond. I'm loath to show my old body Behind closed doors. Guests are few. With the late night rain My melancholy lingers; Here is its home. A remaining nightingale Summons the spring To return to its source. Secretly I take up the wine-jug With its newly brewed wine, Open the clothes-chest Intending to wear Old hemp garments. Life is merely a succession Of winter furs and summer linens. On the verge of old age How swiftly fly past Time's glow and shadow! Idle I stay in my boat on the pond behind closed doors, old body loath to show itself, scarce the guests. My melancholy stays with that late night rain, here it resides; remnant nightingale calls on spring to go back where it came from. I take up the wine jug, secret taste the new brewed wine, open the box, try to wear the old hemp garments. Winter furs summer linens urge one another onwards, on the verge of old time's glow and shadow fly swift by. |
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