Showing posts with label fall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fall. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

41: Midnight Four Season Songs: Autumn, Li Bai

Chang'an is a slice of moon,

Countless houses pounding clothes.


The autumn wind blows without end,

always with the passions of the Jade Pass.


What day will see the Northern Savages pacified,

and good men quit their long campaign?



Saturday, December 11, 2010

40: Midnight Four Season Song: Summer, Li Bai

Very sorry for the delay! Completely my fault, and so in recompense I'll offer another *bonus* translation tonight.



Midnight Four Season Song: Summer


On 300 li of Mirror Lake

young lotuses reveal flowers.


In the fifth month Xi Shi plucks,

others fill the shore watching.


Then, back to the boat without attending the moon,

returning to the House of the King of Yue.



Monday, October 11, 2010

2: Zhang Jiuling - Four Poems of Encountering, No. 2

Matt's madcap rebellion regardless, I intend to continue with the poems in Hengtang Hermit Edition order. I don't know enough Tang poetry to know which poems out of the 300 I really like; one of my minor goals with this project is to learn more about Tang dynasty poetics. I have to move in some order, so I might as well proceed in the traditional one, which will provide me with classics and hidden gems in equal measure.

002张九龄:感遇四首之二

兰叶春葳蕤,桂华秋皎洁。
欣欣此生意,自尔为佳节。
谁知林栖者,闻风坐相悦。
草木有本心,何求美人折?

lán yè chūn wēiruí, guì huā qiū jiǎojié
orchid leave spring abundant luxurious, cassia flower autumn clear pure

xīnxīn cǐ shēng yì, zǐ ér wèi jiā jié
happy happy this life meaning, I you become good festival

shéi zhī lín xì zhě, wēn fēng zuò xiāng yuè
who know forest lonley (type of person), hear\smell wind & so mutual joy

cǎo mù yǒu běn xīn, hé qiǔ měi rén zhé?
grass wood have root heart, why beg beauty person return?

Zhang Jiuling, Four Poems of Encountering, No. 2

Orchid leaves in spring: abundant, luxurious; cinnamon flowers in fall: bright, pure.
Happy, happy this life; spring and fall are joyous revels.
Who knows the lonely forest, hears the wind and so becomes like breeze.
Grass and wood have a rooted heart; why return to seek honor among men?

Even without Kang Laoshi to excoriate me I can see a handful of issues with this translation, which I'll start to bring up tomorrow. In the meantime, enjoy your evening!