秋风辞
刘彻
秋风起兮白云飞，
草木黄落兮雁南归。
兰有秀兮菊有芳，
怀佳人兮不能忘。
泛楼船兮济汾河，
横中流兮扬素波。
箫鼓鸣兮发棹歌，
欢乐极兮哀情多。
少壮几时兮奈老何！
秋风辞
The Autumn Wind
Liu Che
When autumn winds are sweeping clouds away,
Leaves fall and wild geese fly on southward way.
While orchids and chrysanthemums have their best days,
My fair maid always in my mind’s eye stays.
Our boat is floating on the river Fen,
Cutting midstream currents now and then,
With music mingled with the songs of men.
My joy is dampened by the simple truth
That senior age falls on the heels of youth.
Song of the Autumn Wind
Liu Che
The autumn wind rises, oh! and white clouds sail the sky;
Grass and leaves yellow, oh! and wild geese southward fly.
Orchids and asters, oh! sweeten the chilly air;
But how can I forget, oh! my lady sweet and fair!
We sail pavilion boat, oh! across the river long;
We reach the mid-stream, oh! and see the breakers white.
The flutes are played and drums, oh! beat time to rowers’ song.
But sorrow would arrive, oh! when pleasures reach their height.
How long will youth endure, oh! when old age is in sight.
Ode to the Autumn Wind
Emperor Liu Che
The autumn gale blowing away, the white clouds go.
The wild geese flying southward, the leaves turn yellow.
The chrysanthemum is fragrant, the orchid beautiful.
It’s impossible for me to forget a lovely pretty girl.
Sailing across the Fen River in a yacht-room,
Wave upon wave, we crossed the mid-stream.
The padding song heard from flute or drum.
No one will be an everlasting youthful crew.
The younger can never stop their aging doom!
Ode to the Autumn Wind
Liu Che
Autumn wind arises, flying are white, white clouds.
Grass and trees turn yellow, wild geese sweeping south.
Orchids bloom; chrysanthemums give forth their scent,
Pining for my Fair, O her, I ne’er can forget.
Barge-pavilions cross the Fenhe River,
Midway breaking snow-white ripples risen,
Flutes and drums keep time to rowers’ songs.
Reveling and feasting prelude sadness long
– How the youthful years are fleeting swift!
Why must old age come to all unbid?
The Autumn Wind
Liu Ch’e
Autumn winds rise,
white clouds fly,
Grass, trees are yellow and sere,
geese return south.
The orchids are resplendent,
the chrysanthemums, fragrant;
Tenderly I think of the lovely one,
I cannot forget her.
Sailing in a pavilion boat,
we cross the Fen River*,
Cutting across the current,
white ripples scatter.
Fife and drums play,
the oarsman’s song begins;
As joys reach their end,
sorrows multiply.
Brief is the vigor of youth–
helpless before old age!
* A major river in Shansi which flows southwest into the Yellow River.
The Autumn Wind
Wu Ti
The autumn winds rise and white clouds fly,
The grass grows yellow, leaves fall, wild geese return to the south.
The orchids are blossoming, sweet-smelling are the chrysanthemums.
I think of the lovely girl I can never forget.
My dragon boat dips swiftly over the Fen River.
Over these rapids white waves arise.
Flutes and drums beat time, I sing the song of the rowers.
O revel, O feasting, why do these sad thoughts come?
Youth is so brief and death so strong!
The Autumn Wind
Wu-ti
Autumn wind rises; white clouds fly.
Grass and trees wither; geese go south.
Orchids, all in bloom; chrysanthemums smell sweet.
I think of my lovely lady; I never can forget.
Floating-pagoda boat crosses Fên River;
Across the mid-stream white waves rise.
Flute and drum keep time to sound of rowers’ song;
Amidst revel and feasting sad thoughts come;
Youth’s years how few, age how sure!
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