相見歡 《虞美人》 (南唐) 李煜 (937-978)

春花秋月何时了,往事知多少。小楼昨夜又东风,故国不堪回首月明中。
雕阑玉砌应犹在,只是朱颜改。问君能有几多愁,恰似一江春水向东流。

Translation by YK Chan

Happy Together: In the tune of “Beautiful Lady Yu”
Li Yu (937-978)

Would spring blossom and autumn moon ever stop to recur,
as numerous old stories in me already made a stir?
When balmy air breezed at night into this humble chamber again,
under moonlight I couldn’t bear to recall my fatherland.

The opulent palace at Jinling shalt still stay,
where pretty maids with rouged faces and all but fade.
How much grief can I hold at bay,
when it rolls like the vernal Yangzi on its easterly way?

大度读人 (原文)   冯骥才

Reading broadly into a person (original essay) by Feng Jicai
Translated by YK Chan

世界是一个大舞台,每个人都是一本书。读人,比读其他文字写就的书更难。我认认真真地读,读了大半辈子,至今还没有读懂这本“人之书”。
On the worldwide stage every person appears as a book. To read a person is more difficult than to read a written book. I have been seriously reading this “Book of Man” over half of my life, and still haven’t understood it.

有的人,在阳光明媚的日子里愿意把伞借给你,而下雨的时候,他却打着伞悄悄地先走了。——你读他时,千万别埋怨他。因为他自己不愿意被雨淋着 (且是人家的雨伞),也不愿意分担别人的困难,你能说什么呢?还是自己常备一把伞吧。
When there is bright sunshine someone would lend you his umbrella. However, when it rains he would leave stealthily under his umbrella.–When you are reading him, don’t ever complain about him. Since he isn’t willing to get wet and it’s his umbrella after all, how can you question his reluctance to share other people’s problems? It’s better to have your own umbrella.

有的人,在你有权势的时候,围着你团团转,而你离职了,或无权无势了,他却躲得远远的。——
When you are in power or influential someone would hover all over you. However, when you leave your job or do not have clout anymore, he would make himself scarce.–

你读他时,千万要理解他。因为他过去是为了某种需要而赞美你,现在你没有那种功力了,也就没有必要再为你吟唱什么赞美诗了。在此,你就需要静下心来,先想一下自己过去是否太轻信别人呢?
When you are reading him, try your best to understand him. He praised you in the past because he needed something from you. Since you don’t serve that function now, he does not have to glorify you anymore. From now on you have to keep your cool and ponder if you are too trusting of people.  Continue reading

水调歌头 (宋)苏轼

明月几时有,把酒问青天。不知天上宫阙,
今夕是何年。我欲乘风归去, 又恐琼楼玉宇,
高处不胜寒,起舞弄清影,何似在人间。

转朱阁,低绮户,照无眠。不应有恨,
何事长向别时圆。人有悲欢离合,
月有阴晴圆缺,此事古难全。
但愿人长久,千里共婵娟!

Shui diao ge tou (Prelude to Water Music)–Su Shi

Translated by YK Chan 10 September 2008

When will there be a bright shining moon?
With a wine glass in hand I ask heaven.
In the palace high up and above,
I know not which year it is tonight.
I wish to ride the wind to return there,
but fear in such fine jade buildings
I can’t stand the chilly altitude.
Dancing along with my vivid shadow,
it’s nothing like home on earth.

Moonlight wraparound on the crimson pavilion,
lowly it shines at the ornate windows and
glares on the sleepless. Ought not to bear grudges,
for what a full moon shines always at parting?
Men grieve or rejoice, separate or reunite;
the moon dims or shines, waxes or wanes.
Such affairs hardly fulfil since the dawn of time.
Nevertheless, well wishes to us forever,
sharing the same elegant moonlight from afar!

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夜雨 (唐) 白居易 (772~848)

早蛩啼复歇  残灯灭又明 
隔窗知夜雨  芭蕉先有声
 
Rain At Night
                        tr. By K.C. Lee

Intermittently the anticipating morning insects twitter,
On and off the remaining evening lights flicker.
Pouring night rain imposes its presence through shuttered windows,
Heralded by pattering on broad leaf plants out in the meadows.

七步詩 曹植 (192-232)

煮豆燃豆萁,豆在釜中泣。
本是同根生,相煎何太急?

Written on seven paces by Demand     tr. By S L Kong (1953)

Beans weep boiling in pot
Being cooked fired by its own stalk
Growing up we stemmed from the same root
Providence allows no haste we each other boot

tr by Robert Li (1959) and Philip Lee (1960)

From the pot of frying beans on a beanstalk fire;
Came weeping from the beans in the pot of dire;
Since the beans and stalk were derived from the same root of distinction;
Why the urgency in a rush for mutual destruction.

Seven-Pace Song     tr. By Father John Turner, S.J. (WYCHK 1946-47; 1949-61)

Beans in flame that bean stalks feed
Out from the pan cry
Sprung from the same stalk, what need
Each the other fry

曹植“七步成詩”的廣為流傳:「煮豆燃豆萁,豆在釜中泣。本是同根生,相煎何太急?」(见于《三国演义》),然而這首詩不見於陳壽的《三國志》,最早見於南朝 劉義慶的《世說新語·文學》,《世说新语》记载着魏文帝曹丕妒忌曹植的才学,命曹植在七步之内作出一首诗,否则将被处死,曹植在不到七步之内便吟出:「煮豆持作羹,漉菽以为汁。萁在釜下燃,豆在釜中泣。本自同根生,相煎何太急?」但此詩是否為曹植所著作,至現今仍有爭議。   维基百科 __ YK Chan

觀遊魚 白居易 (772-846)

繞池閒步看魚遊,
正值兒童弄釣舟。
一種愛魚心各異,
我來施食爾垂鉤。

Looking at Fishes        Po Chu-I (772-846)  tr by Father John Turner, S.J.

As all around the pool I went,
    Watching the fishes glide:

In fishing-boat on fishing bent
    My little ones I spied.

The love of fish did each one lead
    As each one’s fancy took him.

For I came out my fish to feed:
    And you came out to hook him.

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夜宿山寺 (唐)李白

 危樓高百尺﹐
手可摘星辰。
不敢高聲語﹐
恐驚天上人。
  
Overnight at a Mountain Temple          tr. SL Kong (1953)

High on the cliff the dangling temple stands
Where I can pluck stars with my hands
Deep at night I dare not speak aloud
Else I wake the dwellers above the cloud

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自遣 (唐)李白

对酒不觉暝,
落花盈我衣。
醉起步溪月,
鸟还人亦稀。

Self-Abandonment
tr. Arthur Waley

I sat drinking and did not notice the dusk,
Till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.
Drunken I rose and walked to the moonlit stream;
The birds were gone, and men also few.

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《菩萨蛮》 (唐)李白 (701~762)

平林漠漠烟如织
寒山一带伤心碧
暝色入高楼
有人楼上愁
玉阶空伫立
宿鸟归飞急
何处是归程
长亭连短亭

Pu Sa Man Li Bai
Translated by Chen Yaoguo (1965 from Ottawa)

A misty forest weaves far and wide
to cold teal mountains, my heartbreaks aside.
Darkness befalls a mansion tall,
wherein melancholy is stored.
Standing alone on steps of jade,
birds flutter fast to roost ending the day.
Where is my way home?
I’d falter long and short along pausing zones.

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《夜思》__ 李白

床前明月光 疑是地上霜
舉頭望明月 低頭思故鄉

On a Quiet Night      江紹倫  譯

Moonlight floods on ground in front of  my bed
Could it be frost that had spread
Raising my head I see the moon so bright
Lowering it I yearn to reach home tonight

Gertrude ChanNovember 20, 2009 at 10:27 am

Before my bed moon beams sprawl
Like frost on the ground aglow
Lifting my head I look at the bright moon
Lowering my head I pine for home

ykchanNovember 29, 2009 at 9:55 am

Evening Reflections–Li Bai

Claire-de-lune shines on my bed,
as ground frost seemingly shed.
Looking up at the bright moon,
into a nod in yearning for home me lets.