| 題名： | 老病相仍以詩自解 |
| 作者： | 白居易 |
| 榮枯憂喜與彭殤， 都是人間戲一場。 蟲臂鼠肝猶不怪， 雞膚鶴髮復何傷。 昨因風發甘長往， 今遇陽和又小康。 還似遠行裝束了， 遲迴且住亦何妨。 | |
| 英譯： |
Splendor and ruin, sorrow and joy, long life or early death:
when this human realm's a figment of prank and whimsy,
is it really so strange if I'm soon a bug's arm or rat's liver?
And chicken skin or crane plumage—what would it hurt?
In yesterday's winds, I was happy to begin my long journey,
but today, in all this sunlit warmth of spring, I feel better.
And now that I'm packed and ready for that distant voyage,
what does it matter if I linger on a little while longer here?
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| 日譯： | 暫無日譯內容 |