| 題名： | 自代內贈 |
| 作者： | 李白 |
| 寶刀截流水，無有斷絕時。妾意逐君行，纏綿亦如之。別來門前草，秋巷春轉碧。埽盡更還生，萋萋滿行跡。鳴鳳始相得，雄驚雌各飛。遊雲落何山，一往不見歸。估客發大樓，知君在秋浦。梁苑空錦衾，陽臺夢行雨。妾家三作相，失勢去西秦。猶有舊歌管，淒清聞四鄰。曲度入紫雲，啼無眼中人。妾似井底桃，開花向誰笑。君如天上月，不肯一迴照。窺鏡不自識，別多憔悴深。安得秦吉了，爲人道寸心。 | |
| 英譯： |
I am a peach tree blossoming in a deep pit.
Who is there I may turn to and smile?
You are the moon up in the far sky;
Passing, $(you looked down on me an hour;)$ then went
on forever.
A sword with the keenest edge,
Could not cut the stream of water in twain
So that it would cease to flow.
My thought is like the stream; and flows and follows
you on forever.
To cleave a running stream with a sword, The water will never be severed. My thoughts that follow you in your wanderings Are as interminable as the stream. Since we parted, the grass before our gate In the autumn lane has turned green in spring. I sweep it away but it grows back, Densely it covers your footprints. The singing phoenixes were happy together; Startled, the male and the female each flies away. On which mountaintop have the drifting clouds stayed? Once gone, they never are seen to return. From a merchant traveling to Ta-lou, I learn you are there at Autumn Cove. In the Liang Garden I sleep in an empty embroidered bed; On the Yang Terrace you dream of the drifting rain. Three times my family has produced a prime minister; Then moved to west Ch'in since our decline. We still have our old flutes and songs, Their sad notes heard everywhere by neighbors. When the music rises to the purple clouds, I cry for the absence of my beloved. I am like a peach tree at the bottom of a well, For whom will the blossoms smile? You are like the moon high in the sky, Unwilling to cast your light on me. I cannot recognize myself when I look in the mirror, I must have grown thin since you left home. If only I could own the fabled parrot To tell you of the feelings in my heart! |
| 日譯： | 暫無日譯內容 |