白居易琵琶行并序(英文版)

1、白居易：琵琶行并序/ Bai Chuyi:THE SONG OF A LUTE亚團白居易：琵琶行并序/ BaiChuyi: THE SONG OF A LUTE琵琶行并序元和十年，予左迁九江郡司马。明年秋，送客 湓浦口，闻船中夜弹琵琶者，听其音，铮铮 然 有京都声；问其人，本长安倡女，尝学琵琶于穆曹二善才。年长色衰，委身为贾人妇。遂命 酒，使快弹数曲，曲罢悯然。自叙少小时欢乐 事，今漂沦憔悴，转徙于江湖间。予出官二年恬然自安，感斯人言，是夕，始觉有迁谪意， 因为长句歌以赠之， 凡六百一十六言,命曰琵琶行。浔言江头夜送客，枫叶荻花秋瑟瑟。主人下马客在船，举酒欲饮无管弦。醉不成欢惨将别，别时茫茫江

2、浸月。忽闻水上琵琶声，主人忘归客不发。寻声暗问弹者谁？琵琶声停欲语迟。移船相近邀相见，添酒回灯重开宴。千呼万唤始出来, 转轴拨弦三两声, 弦弦掩抑声声思, 低眉信手续续弹, 轻拢慢撚抹复挑, 大弦嘈嘈如急雨, 嘈嘈切切错杂弹, 间官莺语花底滑, 水泉冷涩弦凝绝, 别有幽愁暗恨生, 银瓶乍破水浆迸, 曲终收拨当心画, 东船西舫悄无言, 沈吟放拨插弦中, 自言本是京城女, 十三学得琵琶成, 曲罢曾教善才服, 犹抱琵琶半遮面。 未成曲调先有情。 似诉平生不得志。 说尽心中无限事。 初为霓裳后六么。 小弦切切如私语。 大珠小珠落玉盘。 幽咽泉流水下滩。 凝绝不通声渐歇。 此时无声胜有声。 铁骑突出刀鎗

3、鸣。 四弦一声如裂帛。 唯见江心秋月白。 整顿衣裳起敛容。 家在虾蟆陵下住。 名属教坊第一部。 妆成每被秋娘妒,五陵年少争缠头,曲红绡不知数。钿头银篦击节碎, 今年欢笑复明年, 弟走从军阿姨死, 门前冷落车马稀, 商人重利轻别离, 去来江口守空船, 夜深忽梦少年事, 我闻琵琶已叹息, 同是天涯沦落人, 我从去年辞帝京, 浔阳地僻无音乐, 住近湓江地低湿, 其间旦暮闻何物, 春江花朝秋月夜, 血色罗裙翻酒污。 秋月春风等闲度。 暮去朝来颜色故。 老大嫁作商人妇。 前月浮梁买茶去。 绕船月明江水寒。 梦啼妆泪红阑干, 又闻此语重唧唧。 相逢何必曾相识。 谪居卧病浔阳城。 终岁不闻丝竹声。 黄芦苦竹

4、绕宅生。 杜鹃啼血猿哀鸣。 往往取酒还独倾。岂无山歌与村笛？呕哑嘲哳难为听。今夜闻君琵琶语，如听仙乐耳暂明。莫辞更坐弹一曲，感我此言良久立，凄凄不似向前声，座中泣下谁最多， 为君翻作琵琶行。却坐促弦弦转急。 满座重闻皆掩泣。 江州司马青衫湿。THE SONG OF A GUITARBai ChuyiIn the tenth year of Yuanhe I was banished and demoted to be assistant official in Jiujiang. In the summer of the next year I was seeing a friend leav

5、e Penpu and heard in the midnight from a neighboring boat a guitar played in the manner of the capital. Upon inquiry, I found that the player had formerly been a dancing-girl there and in her maturity had been married to a merchant. I invited her to my boat to have her play for us. She told me her s

6、tory, heyday and then unhappiness. Since my departure from the capital I had not felt sad; but that night, after I left her, I began to realize my banishment. And I wrote this long poem - six hundred and twelve characters.I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River,Where maple-leav

7、es and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn.I, the host, had dismounted, my guest had boarded his boat,And we raised our cups and wished to drink-but, alas, there was no music.For all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other,When the river widened mysteriously toward the full

8、moon -We had heard a sudden sound, a lute across the water.Host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.We followed where the melody led and asked the players name.The sound broke off.then reluctantly she answered.We moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us,Summoned more wine and l

9、anterns to recommence our banquet.Yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us,Still hiding half her face from us behind her lute.She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings;We could feel what she was feeling, even before she played:Each string a meditation, each n

10、ote a deep thought,As if she were telling us the ache of her whole life.She knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music,Little by little letting her heart share everything with ours.She brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them -First the air of The Rainbow Skirt,

11、 then The Six Little Ones.The large strings hummed like rain,The small strings whispered like a secret,Hummed, whispered-and then were intermingledLike a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.We heard an oriole, liquid, hidden among flowers.We heard a brook bitterly sob along a bank

12、 of sand.By the checking of its cold touch, the very string seemed brokenAs though it could not pass; and the notes, dying awayInto a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament,Told even more in silence than they had told in soundA silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water,And out leapt armored

13、 horses and weapons that clashed and smote -And, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke,And all four strings made one sound, as of rending silkThere was quiet in the east boat and quiet in the west,And we saw the white autumnal moon enter the rivers heart.When she had slowly placed

14、 the pick back among the strings,She rose and smoothed her clothing and, formal, courteous,Told us how she had spent her girlhood at the capital,Living in her parents house under the Mount of Toads,And had mastered the lute at the age of thirteen,With her name recorded first in the class-roll of mus

15、icians,Her art the admiration even of experts,Her beauty the envy of all the leading dancers,How noble youths of Wuling had lavishly competedAnd numberless red rolls of silk been given for one song,And silver combs with shell inlay been snapped by her rhythms,And skirts the colour of blood been spoi

16、led with stains of wineSeason after season, joy had followed joy,Autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding,Till first her brother left for the war, and then her aunt died,And evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded -With ever fewer chariots and horses at her door;So

17、that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchantWho, prizing money first, careless how he left her,Had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea.And she had been tending an empty boat at the rivers mouth,No company but the bright moon and the cold water.And sometimes in the deep of night she wo

18、uld dream of her triumphsAnd be wakened from her dreams by the scalding of her tears.Her very first lute-note had started me sighing;Now, having heard her story, I was sadder still.We are both unhappy - to the skys end.We meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?I came, a year ago, away fr

19、om the capitalAnd am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang -And so remote is Jiujiang that I have heard no music,Neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year.My quarters, near the River Town, are low and damp,With bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house.And what is to be heard here, morning and evening? -The bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes.On flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nightsI have often taken wine up an