唐诗三百首(英汉对照)卷11七言乐府.doc

唐诗三百首（英汉对照）卷十一、七言乐府、Seven-Folk-song-styled-verse渭城曲王维渭城朝雨邑轻尘， 客舍青青柳色新。 劝君更尽一杯酒， 西出阳关无故人。 A SONG AT WEICHENGWang WeiA morning-rain has settled the dust in Weicheng; Willows are green again in the tavern dooryard. Wait till we empty one more cup - West of Yang Gate therell be no old friends. 秋夜曲王维桂魄初生秋露微， 轻罗已薄未更衣。 银筝夜久殷勤弄， 心怯空房不忍归。 A SONG OF AN AUTUMN NIGHTWang WeiUnder the crescent moon a light autumn dew Has chilled the robe she will not change - And she touches a silver lute all night, Afraid to go back to her empty room. 长信怨王昌龄奉帚平明金殿开， 且将团扇共徘徊。 玉颜不及寒鸦色， 犹带昭阳日影来。 A SIGH IN THE COURT OF PERPETUAL FAITHWang ChanglingShe brings a broom at dawn to the Golden Palace doorway And dusts the hall from end to end with her round fan, And, for all her jade-whiteness, she envies a crow Whose cold wings are kindled in the Court of the Bright Sun. 出塞王昌龄秦时明月汉时关， 万里长征人未还。 但使龙城飞将在， 不教胡马渡阴山。 OVER THE BORDERWang ChanglingThe moon goes back to the time of Qin, the wall to the time of Han, And the road our troops are travelling goes back three hundred miles. Oh, for the Winged General at the Dragon City - That never a Tartar horseman might cross the Yin Mountains! 清平调（之一）李白云想衣裳花想容， 春风拂槛露华浓。 若非群玉山头见， 会向瑶台月下逢。 A SONG OF PURE HAPPINESS ILi BaiHer robe is a cloud, her face a flower; Her balcony, glimmering with the bright spring dew, Is either the tip of earths Jade Mountain Or a moon- edged roof of paradise. 清平调（之二）李白一枝红艳露凝香， 云雨巫山枉断肠。 借问汉宫谁得似， 可怜飞燕倚新妆。 A SONG OF PURE HAPPINESS IILi BaiTheres a perfume stealing moist from a shaft of red blossom, And a mist, through the heart, from the magical Hill of Wu- - The palaces of China have never known such beauty- Not even Flying Swallow with all her glittering garments. 清平调(之三)李白名花倾国两相欢， 常得君王带笑看。 解释春风无限恨， 沈香亭北倚阑干。 A SONG OF PURE HAPPINESS III Li BaiLovely now together, his lady and his flowers Lighten for ever the Emperors eye, As he listens to the sighing of the far spring wind Where she leans on a railing in the Aloe Pavilion. 出塞王之涣黄河远上白云间， 一片孤城万仞山。 羌笛何须怨杨柳， 春风不度玉门关。 BEYOND THE BORDERWang ZhihuanWhere a yellow river climbs to the white clouds, Near the one city-wall among ten-thousand-foot mountains, A Tartar under the willows is lamenting on his flute That spring never blows to him through the Jade Pass 金缕衣杜秋娘劝君莫惜金缕衣， 劝君惜取少年时。 花开堪折直须折， 莫待无花空折枝。 THE GOLD-THREADED ROBEDu QiuniangCov