李白的詩
POEMS BY LI PO

GRIEF

My lady has rolled up the curtains of pearl,
And sits with a frown on her eyebrows apart.
Wet traces of tears can be seen as they curl.
But who knows for whom is the grief in her heart?

怨情

李白

美人卷珠簾，
深坐顰蛾眉。
但見淚痕濕，
不知心恨誰。

TO WUCHANG

This moon o'ershines the westward Huang Ho Lou.
A Yangtze stream my distant feelings flow.
Some thirty times the vernal breezes blew
Since longing thoughts to Wuchang city flew.
To send you thither—ah! the parting's pain!
Our farewell cups unemptied yet remain.
You lake joins on to realms of ancient bliss.
Your floating ship that hill hands on to this.
Those Hupeh men old friends do not forget,
Like Hsieh–chao's clarity, unblemished yet.
And so the gipsy verses I outpoured,
I send to echo round the festive board.

送儲邕之武昌

李白

黃鶴西樓月，長江萬里情。
春風(fēng)三十度，空憶武昌城。
送爾難為別，銜杯惜未傾。
湖連張樂地，山逐泛舟行。
諾謂楚人重，詩傳謝朓清。
滄浪吾有曲，寄入棹歌聲。

RETIREMENT
（An Ode to Meng Hoa-jan）

Here rich and noble quit this world's despite,
As green hills visit at the temple door.
The Golden Rule marks out the Path of Light;
Dull Plegethon the Jade Raft floats us o'er.
This range's trees knit up a flying bridge.
Each cavern's flowers the valley's streamlets hide.
The sea-born Moon mounts up the Pagod's ridge.
Yon Tower outsoars the river's mist-belt wide.
From triple heavens fragrant airs descend.
The bell re-echoes through a myriad dales.
With Autumn dew the waterlilies bend.
The moon just full the tangling pine half veils.
Lo! Gathering birds that hear the Word rejoice;
And snakes still-curled, as guarding thoughts sublime.
Ah! That I were the leaping torrent's voice
With Po-ya's chords in harmony to chime!

春日歸山

寄孟浩然

李白

朱紱遺塵境，青山謁梵筵。
金繩開覺路，寶筏度迷川。
嶺樹攢飛栱，巖花覆谷泉。
塔形標(biāo)海月，樓勢出江煙。
香氣三天下，鐘聲萬壑連。
荷秋珠已滿，松密蓋初圓。
鳥聚疑聞法，龍參若護(hù)禪。
愧非流水韻，叨入伯牙弦。

ADIEU

Athwart the northern gate the green hills swell.
White water round the eastern city flows.
When once we here have bade a long farewell,
Your lone sail struggling up the current goes.
Those floating clouds are like the wanderer's heart.
Yon sinking sun recalls departed days.
Your hand waves us adieu; and lo! You start,
And dismally your horse retiring neighs.

送友人

李白

青山橫北郭，白水繞東城。
此地一為別，孤蓬萬里征。
浮云游子意，落日故人情。
揮手自茲去，蕭蕭班馬鳴。

THAT PARTING AT CH'ANG KAN

When first o'er maiden brows my hair I tied,
In sport I plucked the blooms before the door.
You riding came on hobby-horse astride,
And wreathed my bed with greengage branches o'er.
At Ch'ang-kan village long together dwelt
We children twain, and knew no petty strife.
At fourteen years lo! I became thy wife.
Yet ah! The modest shyness that I felt!
My shame-faced head I in a corner hung;
Nor to long calling answered word of mine.
At fifteen years my heart's gate open sprung,
And I were glad to mix my dust with thine.
My troth to thee till death I keep for aye:
My eyes still gaze adoring on my lord.
When I was but sixteen you went away.
In Chü-t'ang Gorge how Yen-yü's billows roared!
For five long months with you I cannot meet
The gibbon's wail reёchoes to the sky!

長干行·其一[1]

李白

妾發(fā)初覆額，折花門前劇。
郎騎竹馬來，繞床弄青梅。
同居長干里，兩小無嫌猜。
十四為君婦，羞顏未嘗開。
低頭向暗壁，千喚不一回。
十五始展眉，愿同塵與灰。
常存抱柱信，豈上望夫臺。
十六君遠(yuǎn)行，瞿塘滟滪堆。
五月不可觸，猿聲天上哀。

[1]《長干行二首》是李白的組詩作品，此處為其中一首?！幷咦ⅲū緯⑨專鶠榫幷咦?，不再一一注明）

Before the door, where stood your parting feet,
The prints with verdant moss are covered high.
Deep is that moss! It will not brush away.
In early autumn's gale the leaflets fall.
September now! —the butterflies so gay
Disport on grasses by our garden wall.
The sight my heart disturbs with longing woe.
I sit and wail, my red cheeks growing old.
Early and late I to the gorges go,
Waiting for news that of thy coming told.
How short will seem the way, if we but meet!
Across the sand the wind flies straight to greet.

門前送行跡，一一生綠苔。
苔深不能掃，落葉秋風(fēng)早。
八月蝴蝶黃，雙飛西園草。
感此傷妾心，坐愁紅顏老。
早晚下三巴，預(yù)將書報(bào)家。
相迎不道遠(yuǎn)，直至長風(fēng)沙。

WE THREE

One pot of wine amid the Flowers
Alone I pour, and none with me.
The cup I lift; the Moon invite;
Who with my shadow makes us three.
The Moon then drinks without a pause.
The shadow does what I begin.
The shadow, Moon and I in fere
Rejoice until the Spring come in.
I sing: and wavers time the Moon.
I dance: the shadow antics too.
Our joys we share while sober still.
When drunk, we part and bid adieu.
Of loveless outing this the pact,
Which we all swear to keep for aye.
The next time that we meet shall be
Beside yon distant Milky Way.

月下獨(dú)酌[2]

李白

花間一壺酒，獨(dú)酌無相親。
舉杯邀明月，對影成三人。
月既不解飲，影徒隨我身。
暫伴月將影，行樂須及春。
我歌月徘徊，我舞影零亂。
醒時(shí)相交歡，醉后各分散。
永結(jié)無情游，相期邈云漢。

[2]《月下獨(dú)酌四首》是李白的組詩作品，此處為其中一首。

THE MOON OVER THE PASS

O'er Altai's range the Moon arises bright,
Floating in vasty seas of cloud and night.
O'er boundless plains the shrill wind hither blows,
And whistles as o'er Yü-men Pass it goes.
Beneath the Milky Way there stretches white
The road that leads to yonder tower-crowned height.
The eager Tatars search each hollow bay
Of Tsaidam's sea. Nor see I come away
One mortal soul of all who went to fight.
They dwell in arms; and backward gazing pine
For frontier towns; and longing to return
O'er sad worn faces draws a bitter line.
To-night, as from this lofty tower I yearn,
No voice reёchoes back these sighs of mine.

關(guān)山月

李白

明月出天山，蒼茫云海間。
長風(fēng)幾萬里，吹度玉門關(guān)。
漢下白登道，胡窺青海灣。
由來征戰(zhàn)地，不見有人還。
戍客望邊色，思?xì)w多苦顏。
高樓當(dāng)此夜，嘆息未應(yīng)閑。

A SONG OF LU SHAN

A bad and mad fellow am I,
Whose wild songs philosophy mock.
A staff of green jade in my hand
At dawn said farewell to the land
Where the Crane left its print on the rock.
Through Five Sacred Mountains to wander,
In search of some beautiful hill,
No distance could ever yet daunt me.
The joy of my lifetime is still
Across famous mountains to ramble,
In search of some beautiful hill.
Lo! Lu Shan outlined by the Lesser Bear's side,
And Ping-feng, in silken clouds veiléd, nine-fold!
Their shadow makes sombre the Lake's lucent tide,
Twin peaks propping up the wide Gateway of Gold.
The Milky Way hangs o'er the Triple Stane Beam.
The cascade and Hsiang-lu mutually stare.
The crags joined in one azure bracelet would seem.

廬山謠[3]

李白

我本楚狂人，鳳歌笑孔丘。
手持綠玉杖，朝別黃鶴樓。
五岳尋仙不辭遠(yuǎn)，一生好入名山游。
廬山秀出南斗傍，屏風(fēng)九疊云錦張。
影落明湖青黛光，
金闕前開二峰長，銀河倒掛三石梁。
香爐瀑布遙相望，回崖沓嶂凌蒼蒼。

[3]現(xiàn)詩名多寫作《廬山謠寄盧侍御虛舟》。

The dawn shimmers glinting in green and red air.
The birds flying highest attain not this sky,
Where Heaven and the Earth are so equally nigh.
Yon Yangtze streams downward, and never returns,
O'er yellow clouds league-long a changing hue burns.
In every direction the white billows flow
As the hills sink and swell in their cover of snow.
Of Lu Shan I love to sing best.
It rouseth the soul in my breast.
On Stone Mirror gazing my heart becomes pure.
In green mosses hidden Hsieh's footsteps endure.
Elixirs immortal I tasted when young
That loosened all ties to this sad world below,
As first to the tripled refrain that I sun
I entered with music the Way that I go.
On coloured clouds yonder the genii fly,
Who holding a lotus are bowing in prayer
To cities of Wonder that float in the sky
And compact I've made them to meet with them there,
To cross o'er the Uttermost Limits on high,
To Kingdoms of Faerie, with Lu Ao, repair.

翠影紅霞映朝日，鳥飛不到吳天長。
登高壯觀天地間，大江茫茫去不還。
黃云萬里動(dòng)風(fēng)色，白波九道流雪山。
好為廬山謠，興因廬山發(fā)。
閑窺石鏡清我心，謝公行處蒼苔沒。
早服還丹無世情，琴心三疊道初成。
遙見仙人彩云里，手把芙蓉朝玉京。
先期汗漫九垓上，愿接盧敖游太清。

A DREAM OF T'IEN-MU MOUNTAIN

Speak of the Blessed Islands men from the Ocean's brim.
Truth is hid in their endless billows and mist-wreaths dim.
Tell of the T'ien-mu Mountain men in the land of Yore,
Seen there, when rainbows scatter, and clouds conceal no more!
Reaching up to the zenith, the skyline it seems to fill,
Huge like the Sacred Mountains piled over Ch'ih-ch'eng Hill.
T'ien-t'ai Mountain is fifty myriads of feet in height,
Crushing, about to fall, soaring in awful might!
Seeing, I longed to dream of Wu and the land of Yore:
Flew one night on a moonbeam over the Mirror's shore.
Moon, that reflected my shadow dark on the lake below,
Carried me thence to Yen-ch'i, land that the spirits know.
Place where the ancient Hsieh dwelt is yet to be seen.
Gibbons howl by the water dimpling so purely green.
Bound on my feet the clogs were uséd by Hsieh of old,
Mounting the dun clouds ladder, halfway up I behold
Sea and the Sun; and I hear mystic carols in Space.

夢游天姥吟留別

李白

?？驼勫蓿瑹煗⒚Ｐ烹y求；
越人語天姥，云霞明滅或可睹。
天姥連天向天橫，勢拔五岳掩赤城。
天臺四萬八千丈，對此欲倒東南傾。
我欲因之夢吳越，一夜飛度鏡湖月。
湖月照我影，送我至剡溪。
謝公宿處今尚在，綠水蕩漾清猿啼。
腳著謝公屐，身登青云梯。
半壁見海日，空中聞天雞。

Crags and hollows commingled, hard is the road to trace.
Flower-drugged, I lean on a rock. Lo! Night her shadow flings!
Bears' roars and dragons' bellowings boom over rocks and springs!
Startled, how forests quake on ridge over ridge of crags!
Black are the sombre clouds, waiting the rain to pour.
Placid the water still; above it the mist wraith lags.
Flash! and the hollow hills blasting the lightning tore.
Crash! and the stone gates burst of the vaulted sky in twain.
Boundless those azure spaces; end is there none in view.
Sunlight and moonbeams commingle golden and silver hue.
Clad in rainbows, and mounted on coursers of rapid wind,
Lords of the clouds come trooping; and trooping more behind.
Tiger roar of the drums, psalteries' oriole note.
Orderly mixing disorder, crowding the genii float
Suddenly feared my soul; twanging my spirit leapt.

千巖萬壑路不定，迷花倚石忽已暝。
熊咆龍吟殷巖泉，栗深林兮驚層巔。
云青青兮欲雨，水澹澹兮生煙。
列缺霹靂，丘巒崩摧。
洞天石扉，訇然中開。
青冥浩蕩不見底，日月照耀金銀臺。
霓為衣兮風(fēng)為馬，云之君兮紛紛而來下。
虎鼓瑟兮鸞回車，仙之人兮列如麻。

Startled and trembling sprang I. Sorely I sighed and wept,
Feeling that I was awake; that it was but a dream now past.
Gone all those roseate hues the mist-wreaths had mingled last!
Thus are the joys of life! For all things pass away.
Streamlike flowing a-down , old Time will never stay.
Now, as I bid you farewell, when will you turn again,
Over the verdant mountains loosing the White Deer's rein?
Wishing to go, we ride it seeking the famous hills…
Eyes must I bow, and body bending, submit to serve
Rich and powerful below, where never I may deserve
Happy a thought to think, or carelessly laugh at ills?

忽魂悸以魄動(dòng)，恍驚起而長嗟。
惟覺時(shí)之枕席，失向來之煙霞。
世間行樂亦如此，古來萬事東流水。
別君去兮何時(shí)還？且放白鹿青崖間。
須行即騎訪名山。安能摧眉折腰事權(quán)貴，
使我不得開心顏！

TO MENG HAO-JAN

Worthy Meng I love in sooth,
Famed beyond where we can trace it.
Such a comely face in truth
Needs no lofty cap to grace it.
Firs and clouds his whitened head
Pillow high on airy bed.
To the prophets might attain
Those the Moon had drunken made.
Those the flowers drugged, in vain
Sought their homage to have paid.
Such mountain crest—how best to greet?
I pledge this bunch of fragrance sweet.

贈(zèng)孟浩然

李白

吾愛孟夫子，風(fēng)流天下聞。
紅顏棄軒冕，白首臥松云。
醉月頻中圣，迷花不事君。
高山安可仰，徒此揖清芬。

HARD ARE THE WAYS OF SZECHUEN

Lo! how huge! how mighty!
Sheer and towering high!
Hard are the ways of Szechuen,
Harder than scaling the sky!
Monstrous surely the country
Ts'an-ts'ung and Yü-fu won…
Ages a thousand are past and done,
Yet through the Gorge of Ch'in, as then,
It access gives to worlds of men.
Westward is T'ai-po Hill,
Free to the birds alone,
Joining with Omei Mountain,
By winding paths unknown.
The earth caved in; and the hill
Snapped; and the Mighty died.
Thereafter the steps of the sky
Were joined by bridges of stone.