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陆游、唐婉《钗头凤》(两版英译)
南宋爱国诗人陆游受毋亲所迫与自己青梅竹马的妻子唐蜿分离,怀着对唐婉的思慕与对母亲捧打鴛鸯的不满之,他与下了一首《钗头凤》。唐婉读后,愁怨难解,于是也和了一首《钗头凤》。
钗头凤·红酥手
[宋]陆游
红酥手,黄藤酒,满城舂色官墙柳。
东风恶,欢情薄,一怀愁绪·几年离索。
错,错,错。
春如旧人空瘦·泪痕红混鲛绡透。
桃花落,闲池阁,山盟犹在,锦书难托· 莫,莫莫。
TUNE: PHOENIX HAIRPIN
Pink hands so fine
Gold-branded wine,
Spring paints the willows green palace walls can t confine.
East wind unfair,
Happy times rare.
In my heart sad thoughts throng; Weve severed for years long.
Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is as green,
In vain shes lean.
Her kerchief soaked with tears and red with stains unclean.
Peach blossoms fall Near deserted hall. Our oath is still there. Lol
No words to her can go.
No, no, no!
Chaitoufeng
What soft, ruddy hands with a beauty of line, As they pour for me exquisite vintage wine!
All over town are signs and colors of spring;
Willows along the walls form a festooned string
The dowager lorded o er our married life;
She killed our happiness as husband and wife.
Since we parted, a good many years have passed But equally long did profound sorrow last.
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Is the course I ve let run
As heretofore unaltered, spring remain.
Only we have turned thinner but in vain.
A drenched handkerchief,
With red stains, bespeaks -
Profuse tears, running with rouge down
The cheeks,
Our married life was closed by a force supreme, As peach flowers, into petals, left in a stream.
Though for me, our vow of love for e er still hold, How could I write you love-letters as of old?
Nol No! No! Such things cannot be done!
TUNE: PHOENIX HAIRPIN
TUNE: PHOENIX HAIRPIN The world unfair,
True manhood rare.
Dusk melts away in rain and blooming trees turn bare.
Morning wind high,
Tear traces dry,
Id write to him whats in my heart;
Leaning on rails, I speak apart Hard, hard, hard!
Go each our ways!
Gone are our days.
My sick soul groans like ropes of swing which sways,
The horn blows cold;
Night has grown old. Afraid my grief may be descried,
I try to hide my tears undried. Hide, hide, hide!
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