梦游天姥吟留别英译.doc

梦游天姥吟留别（经典古诗英译版）来源：爱思英语  日期：2010-06-12  阅读 1896 次  作者:  评论 0条  划词已启用  进入论坛  投稿爱思英语编者按：梦游天姥吟留别又名别东鲁诸公，是唐代著名诗人李白创作的一首七言古诗，是一首记梦诗，也是游仙诗。内容丰富曲折，形象辉煌流丽，富有浪漫主义色彩。诗才横溢，堪称绝世名作。海客谈瀛洲， 烟涛微茫信难求。 越人语天姥， 云霓明灭或可睹。 天姥连天向天横， 势拔五岳掩赤城； 天台四万八千丈， 对此欲倒东南倾。 我欲因之梦吴越， 一夜飞渡镜湖月。 湖月照我影， 送我至剡溪； 谢公宿处今尚在， 渌水荡漾清猿啼。 脚著谢公屐， 身登青云梯。 半壁见海日， 空中闻天鸡。 千岩万壑路不定， 迷花倚石忽已暝。 熊咆龙吟殷岩泉， 栗深林兮惊层巅。 云青青兮欲雨， 水澹澹兮生烟。 列缺霹雳， 邱峦崩摧， 洞天石扇， 訇然中开； 青冥浩荡不见底， 日月照耀金银台。 霓为衣兮风为马， 云之君兮纷纷而来下； 虎鼓瑟兮鸾回车。 仙之人兮列如麻。 忽魂悸以魄动， 怳惊起而长嗟。 惟觉时之枕席， 失向来之烟霞。 世间行乐亦如此， 古来万事东流水。 别君去兮何时还？ 且放白鹿青崖间。 须行即骑访名山， 安能摧眉折腰事权贵， 使我不得开心颜？  A seafaring visitor will talk about Japan, Which waters and mists conceal beyond approach; But Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, Still seen through its varying deeps of cloud. In a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, Tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China With the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range, Which, just at this point, begins turning southeast. My heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh And they cross Mirror Lake all night in the moon. And the moon lights my shadow And me to Yan River  With the hermitage of Xie still there And the monkeys calling clearly over ripples of green water. I wear his pegged boots Up a ladder of blue cloud, Sunny ocean half-way, Holy cock-crow in space, Myriad peaks and more valleys and nowhere a road. Flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends. Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, Startle the forest and make the heights tremble. Clouds darken with darkness of rain, Streams pale with pallor of mist. The Gods of Thunder and Lightning Shatter the whole range. The stone gate breaks asunder Venting in the pit of heaven, An impenetrable shadow. But now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace, And, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind, Come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one, With tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers. Row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures. I move, my soul goes flying, I wake with a long sigh, My pillow and my matting Are the lost clouds I was in. And this is the way it always is with human joy: Ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east. And so I take my leave of you, not knowing for how long. But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer And ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you. Oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office Who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face!