| 題名： | 睡後茶興... |
| 作者： | 白居易 |
| 昨晚飲太多 嵬嵬連宵醉 今朝餐又飽 爛熳移時睡 睡足摩挲眼 眼前無一事 信腳遶池行 偶然得幽致 婆婆綠陰樹 斑駁青苔地 此處置繩牀 傍邊洗茶器 白瓷甌甚潔 紅爐炭方熾 沬下麴塵香 花淨魚眼沸 盛來有佳色 嚥罷餘芳氣 不見楊慕巢 誰人知此味 | |
| 英譯： |
Last night I drank too much
So that I became tipsy,
Turning wholly drunk until dawn.
This morning after a full meal
I fell directly into a deep sleep.
After sufficient sleep I rubbed my eyes
For I recognized nothing that I saw;
As I walked about the pond
I suddenly felt utterly alone!
Shadows flickered from green trees;
Patches of green moss covered the earth.
Here I have arranged a rope bed,
My washing utensils beside it,
A white porcelain pot utterly pure,
A red stove with coals flaming hot.
At first beneath bubbles colored as yeast or dust
There breathes a rich aroma.
At length flowers seem floating on water
Bubbling fiercely like the eyes of fish.
What fine color when the dish is cooked!
What splendid fragrance lingers with the taste!
With the exception of Yang Mu-ch'ao,
Who could appreciate its flavor?
Last night I drunk too much, tipsy-turning drunk right till dawn. This morning I had a full meal, went right off into deep sleep. Sleep sufficing, I rubbed my eyes, before them not a thing to be seen. Walking about the pond of a sudden I felt I'd attained the Lone. Flickering shade from the green of the trees, green moss in patches on the earth. Here I have arranged a rope bed, washing tea utensils alongside. White porcelain pot utterly pure, red stove coals flaming hot. Aroma beneath the bubbles, yeast dust color; flowers floating on fish-eyed boiling water. What a fine color when it's done, what a splendid aroma lingers with the taste! Were it not for Yang Mu-ch'ao, who else could appreciate the flavor? |
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