一剪梅 李清照

一剪梅      李清照 (1084-1151)

紅藕香殘玉簟秋，輕解羅裳，獨上蘭舟。
雲中誰寄錦書來，雁字回時，月滿西樓。
花自飄零水自流，一種相思，兩處閑愁。
此情無計可消除，纔下眉頭，卻上心頭。
Yi Jian Mei             Li Qingzhao (1084-1151)

On my bamboo mat I shiver amidst the autumnal chills,

The crimson lotus blossom with its fragrance shriveled and dwindled,
Shedding my gauze clothes I mount solitarily an orchid boat,
Whosoever would send me a billet doux from the clouds,
When the west tower is teeming with effulgent moon glow,
Soaring back will be many a wild goose file,
Flowers just unstoppably fall and waters incessantly flow,
When one starts to pine for one’s affaire d’amour,
Two will be dumped in glum and dismals,
There is no way to have this passionate longing quelled,
Once it is driven from your eye brow,
It zaps up into your soul.

 

 

武陵春 李清照

武陵春    李清照 (1084-1151)

風住塵香花已盡，日晚倦梳頭。
物是人非事事休，欲語淚先流。
聞說雙溪春尚好，也擬泛輕舟。
只恐雙溪舴艋舟，載不動、許多愁。

Wu Ling Chun         Li Qingzhao (1084-1151)

The wind lulls while flowers have all wilted with their fragrance still cached in the soil,

The sun is already hanging high but I am still fainéant to have my hair combed and unsnarled,
Everything remain as they are but changed are the people and I am dumped in bleak dismals,
Before I say anything my tears first fall,
People say the vernal glamour still remains fascinating over Double Rill,
I’d like to ride a little boat,
But there the tiny grasshopper dragon boats,
Cannot hold all my miseries and dismals.

 

 

一萼紅 周密

一萼紅   登蓬萊閣有感       周密(1232-1298 )

步深幽。正雲黃天淡，雪意未全休。鑒曲寒沙，茂林煙草，俯仰千古悠悠。歲華晚、飄零漸遠，誰念我、同載五湖舟。磴古松斜，崖陰苔老，一片清愁。

回首天涯歸夢，幾魂飛西浦，淚灑東州。故國山川，故園心眼，還似王粲登樓。最憐他、秦鬟妝鏡，好江山、何事此時遊。為喚狂吟老監，共賦銷憂。

Yi E Hong   Muse on the Penglai Chamber       

Zhou Mi (1232-1298 )

Up this umbrageous chamber I scramble,
The sky is laden with gloomily heavy yellow clouds portending a squall,
By Mirror Pool’s chilly shoal,
The verdant woods and grasses are all shrouded in hazy mizzles,
Stories of all the past ages fleet away in the trice of a noddle,
I am getting old,
Forlornly I drift more and more remote,
Who will still remember cruising with me on the Five Lakes in the same boat,
By the ancient stone steps the pines lean at an angle,
In the dark nooks of the mountains spread layers of old mosses,
Surging in me are glum dismals,
Returning to my homeland in Xi Pu in my dreams I recall,
And the tears over Dong Zhou I spilled,
Now up the mountains and rivers of my homeland I scramble,
Just as the verse “Mounting the Tower” on the city wall tower of Jingzhou Wang Can composed,
They are all so heartening in my eyeful,
Mt Qin Wang was as captivating as a sprucing belle in front of the Mirror Pool,
Beholding such thrilling vista, I am greatly enthralled,
Why do I pick this time to gallivant and rove,
Just trying to raise the madly concocting bard He Tianzhang to join me in verse composing over a booze to quell our dismals.

 

如夢令 李清照

如夢令     李清照 (1084-1151)

昨夜雨疏風驟，濃睡不消殘酒。
試問卷簾人，卻道海棠依舊。
知否？知否？應是綠肥紅瘦。

Ru Meng Ling       Li Qingzhao (1084-1151)

Last night the wind and rain squalled,

Awakened from my deep sleep I still feel fuddled,
I ask my maid who rolled up the portiere, how are my beloved blows,
She says the crab blossoms remain as usual,
Only the green leaves have bloated,
And the red blossoms have grown more gracile,
Don’t you know! Don’t you know!

聞鵲喜 周密

聞鵲喜   吳山觀濤    周 密 (1232-1298 )

天水碧，染就一江秋色。
鰲戴雪山龍起蟄，快風吹海立。
數點煙鬟青滴，一杼霞綃紅濕，
白鳥明邊帆影直，隔江聞夜笛。

Wen Que Xi   Contemplating Hurling Billows at Mt. Wu    

Zhou Mi (1232-1298 )

The azure heavens and hyaline sea waters effulgently sparkle,

Dying the whole river with hues autumnal,
The giant magic turtle in the seas hurl up mountains of billowy snows,
The underwater sea serpents and dragons also start to bolt,
The sea seems to stand upright amidst the conjured squall,
Mountains stand in viridity like hair buns of fairy girls,
The heavens are painted with a flush of evening glow,
Literally there paved a red gauze roll,
With white wings spread sea birds towards the flush of glow sail,
In the twilight thrown into relief are dots of reared sails,
Anon from across the river come evening pipes ulutant tunefuls.

新年作 劉長卿

新年作      劉長卿 (726-786)
鄉心新歲切，天畔獨潸然。
老至居人下，春歸在客先。
嶺猿同旦暮，江柳共風煙。
已似長沙傅，從今又幾年。

Written on New Year Day       Liu Changqing (726-786)

On New Year day my nostalgia increasingly rankles,

Solitarily by the boundless heavens my tears fall,
I am still nobody as old I grow,
Spring comes so soon before I know,
Day in and day out only the mountain apes to take me as confrere and pal,
Sharing the mists and breezes with the river side willows,
As unoccupied as Jia Yi I idle,
How many years more before I can return to my homeland abode.

 

送靈澈 劉長卿

送靈澈    劉長卿 (726-786)

蒼蒼竹林寺，杳杳鐘聲晚。

荷笠帶斜陽，青山獨歸遠。

Bidding Monk Soul Lucent Adieu        Liu Changqing (726-786)

Lying deep deep amidst the umbrageous verdant bamboos,

Vaguely vaguely the evening bells toll,

On your bamboo hat the setting sun glows,

Over the green hills alone to your remote home you go.

宿建德江 孟浩然

宿建德江   孟浩然(689-740)

移舟泊煙渚，日暮客愁新。

野曠天低樹，江清月近人。

Putting Up at River Jiande        Meng Haoran (689-740)

At the misty ait at River Jiande I moor my boat,

At dusk in the dumps I fall,

In the desolate empty wide spreading wilds the sky seems to have fallen so low that even the trees are subsided and dwindled,

The moonlight on the hyaline river waters looks especially close and genial.

木蘭花慢 辛棄疾

木蘭花慢   滁州送范倅      辛棄疾 (1140-1207)
老來情味減，對別酒，怯流年。
況屈指中秋，十分好月，不照人圓。
無情水都不管；共西風、只管送歸船。
秋晚蓴鱸江上，夜深兒女燈前。
征征衫，便好去朝天，玉殿正思賢。
想夜半承明，留教視草，卻遣籌邊。
長安故人問我，道愁腸殢酒只依然。
目斷秋霄落雁，醉來時響空弦。 ^[1]
Mu Lan Hua Man A Farewell to Fan Ang the Assistant County Magistraate
Xin Qiji (1140-1207)
My passions for life have literally worn out as time fleets and the older I grow,
Over farewell banquets and fleeting years I am dumped in angst and dismals,
Coming round the corner is the Mid Autumn Festival,
But not for people usually coming together the moon puts on its full round smiles,
Neither do the insentient running waters with the west winds upon they call,
To send off returning boats,
On the river as late autumnal nights veil,
Just revel the wild rice and perch stew to the full,
And enjoy getting together with your children under the lamp as night falls,
In your travelling clothes you’d better pay homage to His Supreme Lord Imperial,
After the meritorious courtiers the court now pursues,
At midnight in the Palace Coze Hall,
You must be drafting the Emperor’s edicts and planning to reinforce the borders’ defense stronghold,
Asking after me if my Chang’an old fellows,
Just say I still indulge in wine to have my sorrows quelled,
Witnessing a solitary wild goose fall from the autumnal sky I am startled,
Amidst my drunkenness I seem to hear empty bow twangles.

採桑子 呂本中

採桑子  别情       呂本中(1084-1145)-
恨君不似江樓月，南北東西。

南北東西，只有相隨無別離。
恨君卻似江樓月，暫滿還虧。
暫滿還虧，待得團團是幾時。

Cai Sang Zi   Parting Chagrins    Lu Benzhong (1084-1145)-

I am chagrined at you not being the moon by the river tower,

South north east or west, everywhere just wheresoever, to keep me company and never part with me never ever,
I am also chagrined at you just because you are like the moon by the river tower,
After just waxing and off you taper,
You just keep waxing and taper,
When will you be waxed once more?
Whensoever! Whensoever!

 

浣溪沙 張元幹

浣溪沙    張元幹  (1091 -1170)
山繞平湖波撼城，湖光倒影浸山青。
水晶樓下欲三更。
霧柳暗時雲度月，露荷翻處水流螢。
蕭蕭散髮到天明。

Huan Xi Sha           Zhang Yuangan(1091 -1170)

The peaceful waters of the lake lie within the encircling monticules,

The oscillating waves toss and roll against the ancient city wall,
On the efflugent hyaline lake waters the verdant mountains print resplendent reflective shadows,
Idling under the crystal palace gazebo,
It’s already the third watch before I know,
Shrouding the moon are the slow moving clouds,
Dimming even the willows,
Under the zephyr the dew laden lotus twiddle,
Anon fireflies flitter on the water all over the pool,
Letting my hair down loose I sit idly till dawn calls.

 

 

憶王孫 李重元

憶王孫   春詞   李重元(宋)

萋萋芳草憶王孫，柳外樓高空斷魂，

杜宇聲聲不忍聞。
欲黃昏，雨打梨花深閉門。

Yi Wang Sun   A Spring Verse    

Li Zhongyuan (Song Poet)

Pining for my love the wayfaring noblesse while the verdant green green grasses of spring lushly rankly sprawl,

High on the tower the fluttering willows keep whisking on my bruised soul,
What gnaws at me most are the rankling cuckoo warbles,
Dusk falls, outside my closely shut door the gusty rains fell the apricot blows.

 

 

終南望餘雪 祖詠

終南望餘雪   祖詠(唐)

終南陰嶺秀，積雪浮雲端。

林表明霽色，城中增暮寒。

Espying On the Assembled Snow of Mt. Zhongnan   

Zu Yong (Tang poet)

The north side of the Zhongnan Mountain Range looks daintily contemplatable,

Amidst the clouds its snows float,
On its woods the after rain sun effulgently glows,
Making people in the Chang’an City feel a bit chilly as dusk falls.

送崔九 裴迪

送崔九     裴迪(698-763)

歸山深淺去，須盡丘壑美。
莫學武陵人，暫遊桃源里。

Seeing Off Cui Jiu      Pei Di (698-763)

Going deep into mountains you are retreating into recluse,

All the highs and shallows you must have them thoroughly pored through,
Don’t mimic the fisherman of the Peach Fountain,
Just gad around for a short vacation. 

無題 李商隱

無題           李商隱 (813-858)

鳳尾香羅薄几重，碧文圓頂夜深縫。

扇裁月魄羞難掩，車走雷聲語未通。

曾是寂寥金燼暗，斷無消息石榴紅。

斑騅只繫垂楊岸，何處西南任好風。

Untitled           Li Shangyin (813-858)

How many layers has the silken chiffon embellished with the fern leaf ilk?

With it she makes into verdant round hats deep into midnight still,
She tries to cover her face with a fan as round as the moon but she still stays bashful,
When her carriage moves it rambles like thunderbolt,
So no one hears what she reveals,
As my golden lamp burns out its candles,
The room falls into a dim dark pale.
In the fifth month when the pomegranate blossoms turn vermeil,
She still has not had me approached,
I could only tie my dappled horse to the shore weeping willows,
To the southwest I’ll ride on the wind blows.

 

 

送上人 劉長卿

送上人       劉長卿 (726-786)

孤雲將野鶴，豈向人間住。

莫買沃洲山，時人已知處。

Bidding Monk Sublime Adieu      Liu Changqing (726-786)

A forlorn piece of drifting cloud floats off with a wild heron,

Surely not to the mundane human world they sail off,

Nor would it be Mt, Wozhou thither on,

It’s now a place well know to all.

彈琴 劉長卿

彈琴      劉長卿(726-786)

泠泠七弦上，靜聽松風寒。

古調雖自愛，今人多不彈。

Playing the Lute       Liu Changqing (726-786)

From the callously vapid seven string music tool,

I listen quietly to the song the Pine Wind Chills,

This is an old tune I love very much myself,

What a shame people now don’t play it much still.