李清照《声声慢》(寻寻觅觅冷冷清清)三种版本英译.doc

李清照声声慢（寻寻觅觅，冷冷清清）三种版本英译【原词】声声慢李清照寻寻觅觅，冷冷清清，凄凄惨惨戚戚。乍暖还寒时候，最难将息。三杯两盏淡酒，怎敌他、晚来（晓来）风急？雁过也，正伤心，却是旧时相识。满地黄花堆积，憔悴损，如今有谁堪摘？守著窗儿独自，怎生得黑！（守着窗儿，独自怎生得黑？）梧桐更兼细雨，到黄昏、点点滴滴。这次第，怎一个愁字了得！（？）英译一（许渊冲译文）：Slow,Slow TuneLi QingzhaoI look for what I miss;I miss not what it is.I feel so sad,so drear,So lonely,without cheer.How hard is itTo keep me fitIn this lingering cold!Hardly warmed upBy cup on cupOf wine so dry,O how could IEndure at dusk the driftOf wind so swift?It breaks my heart,alas!To see the wild geese pass,For they are my acquaintances of old.The ground is covered with yellow flowers,Faded and fallen in showers.Who will pick them up now?Sitting alone at the window,howCould I but quickenThe pace of darkness that wont thicken?On planes broad leaves a fine rain drizzlesAs twilight grizzles.O what can I do with a griefBeyond belief? 摘自宋词三百首鉴赏（汉英对照），P682。英译二（刘国善、王志江、徐树娟译）：To the Tune Slow,Slow StrainsO whats it Im seeking,seeking,All around as Im peeping,peeping?With evrything depressing,depressing,Remains one sickning,sickning,despairing,despairing!Warm just a while,and chilly eer and anon.Tis hard to keep from feeling afflicted and forlorn.What little warmth my sorry wines begetting,Neer guards are me gainst the gale at dusk a-raging!Wild geese are crying past,and ruffling my thoughts;Theyre acquaintances of old,I then find out.About the ground are yellow petals bestrewn,All faded away,decayed in dismay so soon.Just where is a spray remaining unspoilt so far,To be plucked and brought to me,displayed in my vase?Beside the window,sitting in anguish stark,How could I bear this solitude till dark?On drying leaves of plane trees should there beA drizzle pattering,pattering towards the eve!How could the saddest of sad words not be failingTo depict this train of saddening scenes Im facing? 摘自历代诗词曲英译赏析（汉英对照），P239。英译三（朱纯深译）：What a DayTo the Tune of ShengshengmanBy Li QingzhaoSearching,seeking,endlessly.Alone,lonely,Moody,gloomy,I am,at this most unrestful momentOf the daynow warm,then cold.Wine,two or three cupsthin wineHow can it holdOff the biting gusts at dawn?Overhead,a heart-rending lineSouth bound wild geese at mornYet old acquaintances of mine.Massing chrysanthemums,everywhere;Yet languid and grief-worn,Who could be out thereBuoyant in gathering mood?I sit,in solitude,waiting,At the windowsill,Yet dusk is so far off still!In a drizzle so lightDripping-dropping into the oncom