《Daisy’s Song 》by John Keats (1795-1821/London/England) __ 江紹倫譯

The sun, with his great eye,
Sees not so much as I;
And the moon, all silver, proud,
Might as well be in a cloud.

And the spring — the spring!
I lead the life of a king !
Couch’d in the teeming grass,
I spy each pretty lass.

I look where no one dares,
And I stare where no one stares,
And when the night is nigh,
Lambs bleat my lullaby.

 《雛菊的歌 》    約翰‧濟慈                             

眼睛巨大的太陽
不如我看得多
銀色驕傲的月亮
即如被罩在烏雲裡

春天啊春天
我活得瀟洒如皇帝
我閒坐在茂草之中
窺見每一位漂亮姑娘

我看無人敢看的方向
凝視無人所敢凝視
當黑夜來臨向我親近
羔羊即為我把催眠曲歌唱

《On Death》by John Keats (1795-1821 / London / England) __ 江紹倫譯

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die.

How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom which is but to awake.

《死亡》  約翰‧濟慈                            

當生命是夢死亡可能是睡眠嗎
幸福的歡樂可是幻影的過去
瞬間的愉悅似是過眼雲煙
我們卻確認死亡是最大的痛苦

人生在世要流浪是一樁奇事
要渡過一些悲慘也不願拋棄
一路坎坷也不敢靜自思量
將來的死只是一種醒覺

《Bright Star》by John Keats (1795-1821 / London / England) __江紹倫譯

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priest-like task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake forever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.

《明星》   約翰‧濟慈                             

明星我願學你一樣堅定
但不學你長夜孤懸中天獨明
睜着一雙永不閉合的眼睛
像大自然中忍耐不眠的隱士
流水像傳教士般執着奔流
用聖潔清水滌淨人世海岸
或者守望那輕飄下降的初雪
為山峯和原野載上柔軟的面幕
啊我不願但仍然堅定不移
緊貼着愛人成熟中的酥胸
在甜蜜中享受它柔和地起伏
永恒清醒地受着甜蜜的騷動
我必要必要傾聽她溫柔的呼吸
如是永生或者在昏醉中死亡

短歌行 (魏晋) 曹丕 (186-226)

曹丕

短歌行       (魏晋) 曹丕 (186-226)

仰瞻幃幕,俯察幾筵,其物如故,其人不存。神靈倏忽,棄我退遷,靡瞻靡恃,泣涕漣漣。呦呦遊鹿,銜草鳴鹿,翩翩飛鳥,挾子巢栖。我獨孤煢,懷此百離,憂心孔疚,莫我能知。人亦有言,憂令人老,嗟我白髮,生一何早。長吟永歎,懷我聖考。曰仁者壽,胡不是保。

A Short Song      Cao Pi (186-226)                    江紹倫譯

(To My Father)

I raise my eyes to see the screens
I lower my eyes his table is so clean
Everything is intact as before
Alas the master is here no more
All in a sudden his soul has flown
I am fatherless all alone
Who will I look up to lead me grow
I weep my tears incessantly flow
Deers bleat hither and yonder
They nurse the young they care
Birds fly here and there
They protect their young in the nest
I alone am desolate and in despair
Severed from a father I so revere
Deep in my heart my grief overflowed
A hurt no one but I can know
Behold the effects of change had been told
That sorrow makes us old
Behold how my hair is greying in haste
Is it not early for a man of my age
Loudly I wail and bleakly I sigh
To my father’s sudden decease I inquire
They say longevity favours those who are kind
Why should my father die

風入松 (南宋) 吳文英 (1200-1260)

風入松           (南宋) 吳文英 (1200-1260)

聽風聽雨過清明
愁草瘗花銘
樓前綠暗分攜路
一絲柳
一寸柔情
料峭春寒中酒
交加曉夢啼莺

西園日掃林亭
依舊賞新晴
黃蜂頻撲秋千索
有當時
纖手香凝
惆悵雙鴛不到
幽階一夜苔生

Tune:  Wind Through Pines     Wu Wen Ying (1200-1260) 江紹倫譯

Hearing the wind and drizzles in Qing Ming
Amid wild grass and flowers your elegy ring
We parted on the dark-green road by the bower
Each thread of willow
Each measure of tender feeling
I drown my grief with wine this chilly spring
Drowsily I awake as orioles sing

I sweep the West Garden grounds clean every day
To watch the fine view with you like in old days
Even wild wasps kiss the swing ropes where they alight
The sweet scent of your tender hands remain
In grief I look for traces of your ‘broidered shoes in vain
The vacant steps gathered moss through the night

憑欄人 (元) 喬吉 (1280-1345)

憑欄人            (元)  喬吉(1280-1345)

金陵道中

瘦馬馱詩天一涯
倦鳥呼愁村數家
撲頭飛柳花
與人添鬓華

On My Way to Jinling        Qiao Ji   (1280-1345)

Tune: By the Railing              江紹倫譯

Lugging this load of poetry far I have strayed
Weary birds are wailing with me on my way
How willows shed their catkins to freely fly
As if to help my head’s grey shine

浣溪沙 (南宋) 吳文英 (1200-1260)

浣溪沙           (南宋) 吳文英 (1200-1260)

門隔花深舊夢遊
夕陽無語燕歸愁
玉纖香動小簾鈎

落絮無聲春墜淚
行雲有影月含羞
東風臨夜冷于秋

Tune: Silky Brook Sands       Wu Wen Ying (1200-1260) 江紹倫譯

I paced amid the flowers beyond the gate like in old dreams
The setting sun silently welcomes home doleful swallows
Your perfumed hand unhooked the curtain to close our window

Falling leaves quietly weep over the departing spring
Passing clouds cast shadows to veil a moon so bashful
Why the e’ning east wind is chill like an autumn blast

The Sporting Life at WYK IV

Annals of Excellence:  WYK Tennis

Father Finneran

From the 1960s to 1980s, over 2 decades, WYK had achieved long running success in intercollegiate tennis.  From 1971 to 1981 in open play, the tennis championship was won every year.  In the years proceeding and after this unbroken record, there were many Runners-ups and third place finishes.

The architect and coach of this successful program was Reverend Father Patrick J. Finneran.

Father Finnegan loved sports.  While he would contribute to football and track and field, his passion was tennis.  Under him, WYK tennis was developed from 1965.

Patrick Wong and Ken Fletcher

Some of the players before I joined the team were Patrick Wong, Eddie Lo and Joseph Wong, with Patrick Wong as Captain.  He and Eddie Lo anchored the team.  I watched them played exhibition matches with visiting Wimbleton champions such as the Australian Ken Fletcher on our school courts.   It was 1966.

Around June of the same year, Fr Finneran organized a “tournament”.  I entered and was chosen with Thomas Kan for the school team when we came back in September.  It was at least a year later that I realized that it was his method of recruiting. 

He would watch everyone who played, even those just hitting a ball against the backboard.   He would encourage them and then invite them for a tryout: a “tournament”, or play against others and not least, hitting the ball with him.  He would test them and make his decision.

He did this before the end of the school year and the summer vacation.  Almost all the players were from Form 4 to Form 6.  Some of those selected would not return for the new term in September, going to other schools in Hong Kong after Form 5 or abroad.  His work had to include contingency plans.

1967

1968

I joined the team in September, 1966 and played three seasons.  Patrick Wong was captain that year and we were runners-up in the colony.

In the next season, 1967-8, everyone except me had left, mostly for US and Canada.  I was captain with all 6 or 7 new players.  We had all new players again in 1968-9.  Nonetheless, we were runners-up that year again.

You can see Fr Finneran’s difficult task of rebuilding constantly, at the same time fielding a competitive team of six players plus two substitutes year after year.  But that was his strength. 

He spent a lot of time watching and thinking about the team.  He would hit balls with the prospects, some of those might still be in Form 1 or 2.  He assessed their skills and potential, not only physically but mentally: for tennis matches require toughness of mind.  Once he told me, “ … you  can beat better players at matches – just like me when I was young”.

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The Sporting Life at WYK IIIA

An Interview with Raymond Chan Kai-man by Tim Kwan

Tim and Raymond

Q.  What years did you attend WYK?

            I graduated in the class of the ’73.

Q.  What sports did you play?

I am too small to play basketball, and not as talented as you are in tennis, so I mainly played soccer…I played a few years for our school soccer team.                           

Q.  Which grades and years?

            During Form 2, 3 & 5; C & B grades.

C Grade

B Grade 73

Q.  What position did you play?

I guess I wasn’t particularly good at any one position, so I kind of played many positions. I played midfield and center forward for the school team.

Q.  Do you remember the Sandy Field?

Oh yes, lots of memories with the Sandy field. Got lots of hard time from my mom for playing in wet muddy conditions and got the white pant so dirty.

Q.  What about the Grass Field?

Loved the grass field… it was a privilege to have such facility in HK and was proud of that. Still have vivid memories about playing/watching friendly inter-school games, our own inter-class games or some fun game between the staff and students. Students watched from the canteen and outside the Chapel. Lots of fun and memories about the Grass Field.

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The Sporting Life at WYK III (The Football Fields)

The Small Field

When you enter the school through the main gates at Waterloo Road, you can see a driveway rising directly in front of you.  Immediately to your left, you can go up a few steps and will see a small, rectangular field, about 40 feet wide and running east about 120 feet towards the northeast corner of the WYK campus.

This first and smallest field is obscured by the much larger Grass Field rising about another 8 steps to its south.  It was least used by the students.  Close to the entrance and thus the shortest exit, people from the neighboring community would use it regularly, especially in the mornings and at dusk.  In those hours, you can see football and badminton play, individual and small group exercises – some with Chinese swords and spears, dogs and other pets.

Lined with trees and shrubs, secured by high fences, there is an intimacy with this field.  During the 1960s and to this day, WYK allowed the public to use it – one of the many contributions made to the community.  It can be called The Community Field.

A Grade 66

B Grade 66

The Grass Field

Going up the stairs, or just continuing up the driveway, you will see the Grass Field.  This is a major feature of WYK: what we were known for.  The entire west sideline runs close and parallel to Wyliy Road.  Separated by sloped grades and fence, it was also tree lined.  You can see the traffic on Wylie Road, and people in their vehicles or pedestrians can see the green grass.  Over the years, when I told people I attended WYK, many would say, “yes, you have that football field.”

The Grass Field is actually small in size for regulation play.  But young teenagers growing up in Hong Kong, it was big.  It was also meticulously kept and vigilantly guarded by Father Cryan.  The grass felt like carpet.

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