Tune: Lady Yu the Beauty Jiang Jie (13th Century)
Listening to the rain
[Tr. YK Chan 陈耀国译]
When young listening to the rain as songs were sung on the floor above,
From crimson candles smoke lingered onto the canopied bed of love.
When I travelled middle-aged, listening to the rain on a passenger boat,
Above a river wide clouds hung low,
A lost goose cried as the chilly west wind blowed.
Now listening to the rain at the monk’s lodge,
My hair has speckled and scattered without dodge,
Sadness and happiness, separation and reunion impassion me no more.
The rain pours on the terrace galore,
then drizzles until dawn.
Note: Joseph Needham (1900-95), “The Man Who Loved China” (a biography by Simon Winchester http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1j2zs4Xwqk), translated this poem with the help of his friends thus:
As a young man, listening to the girls in a tower
I heard the sound of the rain,
While the red candle burned dim in the damp air.
In middle age, travelling by boat on a river,
I listened to the rain falling, falling;
The river was wide and clouds drifted above;
I heard the solitary cry of a teal borne on the west wind.
And now in a cloister cell I hear the rain again,
My hair is grey and sparse;
Sadness and Happiness, separation and reunion, all seem one,
They move me no more.
Let the rain drop all night on the deserted pavement
Till the day dawns.
hi, y k,
may i post another attempted translation (with some different interpretations at parts). thanks.
【虞美人·聽雨】 南宋·蔣捷 (1245？～1301?）
Tune: Fair Lady Yu
“Listening to the Rain” Jiang Jie (Southern Song)
I listened to the rain in m’youth
In romantic songhouse uncouth —
There the silken curtains were lit
By dim light red candles transmit.
Middle aged, I listened again,
In a treveller’s boat, to the rain —
The cloud was low, the river, wide
As a lone goose in th’ west wind cried.
The sound of fall’ng rain I now trace
In a monk’s quiet lodging place
Where m’temple hair is grow’ng gray:
Grief, joy, parting, union display
Their non-sentimental dismay.
Fall’ng on the steps O let the rain partake,
Drop by drop slowly, till the day does break.