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lawrence
ReplyDelete春夜喜雨
(唐）
杜甫
好雨知时节，当春乃发生。
随风潜入夜，润物细无声。
野径云俱黑，江船火独明。
晓看红湿处，花重锦官城。
作品释义
（1）乃：就。
（2）发生：催发植物生长。
（3）潜（qián）：暗暗地，悄悄地。
（4）润物：使植物受到雨水的滋养。
（5）野径：乡间小路。
（6）晓：天刚亮的时候。
（7）红湿处：指有带雨水的红花的地方。
（8）花重：花因沾着露水，显得饱满沉重的样子。
（9）重：读作zhòng（因前句“晓看红湿处”，意在说花团锦簇，露水盈花。花沾满露水，显得很饱满， 花自然就重（zhòng）了。“花重锦官城”是说露水盈花的美景。）
（10）锦官城：成都的别称。
英语释义（1）
Happy Rain on a Spring Night
Good rain knows its time right;
It will fall when comes spring.
With wind it steals in night;
Mute, it moistens each thing.
O’er wild lanes dark cloud spreads;
In boat a lantern looms.
Dawn sees saturated reds;
The town’s heavy with blooms.
英语释义（2）
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night(春夜喜雨）
A good rain knows its proper time;（好雨知时节）
It waits until the Spring to fall.（当春乃发生）
It drifts in on the wind, steals in by night,（随风潜入夜）
Its fine drops drench, yet make no sound at all.（润物细无声）
The paths between the fields are cloaked with clouds（野径云俱黑）
A river-skiff’s lone light still burns.（江船火独明）
Come dawn, we’ll see splashes of wet red （晓看红湿处）
The flowers in Jingguan-city, weighed down with rain （花重锦官城）
Pa Ranra Bandi Mayan Yam
ReplyDeleteتل به په لارد مېـــړنــــو ســــره ځم
يمـــــه پښـتون د پښــتنو ســـــره ځم
د مليت نمــره د پـــرخې پـه څــــېر
ستا د دې شـــــوخوپلـوشـــوسره ځم
دا چې خرد هـــــم په ملت ځــاروي
زه دې همـــداسې لـېونو ســـــره ځم
پام كــــــوه زه هغـــه نظــــر نه يمه
چې به په دود د ســـپېلنو ســــره ځم
وايي اغيـــــار چې د دوزخ ژبــه ده
زه به جنت ته د پښـــــتو ســــره ځم
راستنېدى چې نه شي وخت خونه يم
خـو د حالت د تقـــــــاضـو سـره ځم
كړمه جــهان چې د پښــــتون ځملي
د خـــــــپلو پېغلو حـوصلـو سره ځم
وړم مســــتقبل ته د مـاضي روايات
زه د خپل حـال د ولـــولـو ســره ځم
څوچې راغونډپه يومركزيې نه كړم
هرې تپې ته د جرګو ســـــــــره ځم
Pa Ranra Bandi Mayan Yam
Da Tiyroo Na, Na Yare Gam
Za Khpyman Pa Gunah Na Yam
Khu Pay Na Ghaweera Kegam
Paroon Thukham Om Nan Gul Yam
Saba Bia Ba Khura Kigam
Za Da Baad Yawa Chapa Yaam
Da Sahra Pa Bagh Tayree Gam
Cha Pa Lara Ki Saa Rashi
Ka Tayra Way Ka Ranra Way
Za Ranra Ki Yam Khushal
fDa Tiyroo Na Yarigam
Khu Za Zam Pa Makha Zama
Ka Odrigama Rokigam
O.S.
M.B.
ReplyDeleteChildren of the Sun and the Wind
We still live
on the brink of nothingness,
between the north and south of the seasons
We still sleep
on stone pillows,
like our fathers
We still follow the same clouds,
resting in the shadows of thorn trees
We still drink down our tea while swallowing fire
and we walk barefoot not to frighten the silence
And in the distance
at the edge of the mirage
we still watch, every evening
the sun fall into the sea
And the same woman greets us
while she posts lookout for the dusk
in the middle of the map
She greets us, then is lost
in the eyes of a child
smiling from the lap of eternity
And we still wait
for a new dawn
We still wait to begin again
Hijos del sol y del viento
Aún vivimos en las esquinas
de la nada
entre el norte y el sur de las estaciones.
Seguimos durmiendo
abrazando almohadas de piedra
como nuestros padres.
Perseguimos las mismas nubes
y reposamos bajo la sombra de las acacias desnudas.
Nos bebemos el té a sorbos de fuego
caminamos descalzos para no espantar el silencio.
Y a lo lejos
en las laderas del espejismo
todavía miramos, como cada tarde
las puestas de sol en el mar.
Y la misma mujer que se detiene
sobre las atalayas del crepúsculo
en el centro del mapa nos saluda.
Nos saluda y se pierde
en los ojos de un niño que sonríe
desde el regazo de la eternidad.
Aún esperamos la aurora siguiente
para volver a comenzar.
Matsuo Basho
ReplyDeleteMatsuo Basho's name should be known even for Westerners. His haikus have been translated into many languages. It’s difficult to explain what makes these very short poems so extraordinary...
年暮れぬ
笠きて草鞋
はきながら
Toshi kurenu
Kasa kite waraji
Hakinagara
Another year is gone;
and I still wear
straw hat and straw sandal.
kureru: - get dark, come to an end. The nu suffix expresses
completeness: toshi kurenu - The year has come to an end.
借りて寝む
案山子の袖や
夜半の霜
Karite nemu
kakashi no sode ya
yowa no shimo
I would sleep,
borrowing the sleeve of the scarecrow.
Midnight frost.
nemu is from neru - to sleep. The mu suffix
indicates intention or conjecture.
M.K
الرأي قبل شجاعة الشجعان هو أول وهي في المحل الثاني
ReplyDeleteفإذا هما اجتمعا لنفس مرة بلغت من العلياء كل مكان
Courage to reason second place must take.
For valour should not balanced judgment shake.
But if both in a hard soul united are,
Then Glory’s realms their own demesne shall make
S.T
서시(序詩)/ 윤동주
ReplyDelete죽는 날까지 하늘을 우러러
한 점 부끄럼이 없기를,
잎새에 이는 바람에도
나는 괴로워했다.
별을 노래하는 마음으로
모든 죽어 가는 것을 사랑해야지.
그리고 나한테 주어진 길을
걸어가야겠다.
오늘 밤에도 별이 바람에 스치운다
Till my last, to suffer not any blot of shame on looking up at heaven,
My heart has been tormented even by rustlings of the leaves.
In a spirit of chanting stars, I shall love all the dying lives.
Then, let me walk on my path given.
As ever tonight, the wind whisks by stars.
S.Y
"An old dog faithfully plodding at his master's side. Growing old together"
ReplyDelete“飼い主と 相老いの犬 相連れて”
G.K.
H.E
ReplyDeleteJag ville vara en annan
Jag ville vara en annan,
men jag vet inte vem.
En främling står bortvänd, med pannan
mot stjärnornas lågande hem.
Jag skall aldrig se hans ögon
och aldrig hans anletsdrag.
Jag ville vara en annan,
en främling, en annan än jag.
I wanted to be someone else
I wanted to be someone else,
but I do not know who.
A stranger is turned away, with his face
towards the stars blazing home.
I shall never see his eyes,
nor his features.
I wanted to be someone else,
a stranger, someone different from me.
Sunset
ReplyDeleteAs usual
the train was crowded.
And
as usual
young men and women were sitting
and old people were standing.
A girl who was looking down stood up
and gave her seat to an old person.
The old person quickly sat down.
Without so much as a nod, the old person got off at the next station.
The girl sat down.
Another old person was pushed aside
right in front of the girl.
She looked down.
But
standing
again
she gave her seat to the old person.
At the next station the old person said thank you and got off.
The girl sat down.
And again just like before
another old person was pushed
in front of the girl.
The poor thing
just looked down
and this time she didn’t get up from her seat.
At the next station
and the next station
she tightly bit her lower lip
her body stiff as a post. –
I got off the train.
I wonder how far she went
looking down all rigid.
The people with the kindest hearts
no matter when or where they’re from
always become martyrs without thinking about it.
It’s because
people with the kindest hearts
feel
the pain of others like their own pain.
I wonder how far that girl went
tortured by her own kind heart.
Biting her lower lip
feeling miserable
not looking up at the beautiful sunset.
* * *
夕焼け
いつものことだが
電車は満員だった。
そして
いつものことだが
若者と娘が腰をおろし
としよりが立っていた。
うつむいていた娘が立って
としよりに席をゆずった。
そそくさととしよりが坐った。
礼も言わずにとしよりは次の駅で降りた。
娘は坐った。
別のとしよりが娘の前に
横あいから押されてきた。
娘はうつむいた。
しかし
又立って
席を
そのとしよりにゆずった。
としよりは次の駅で礼を言って降りた。
娘は坐った。
二度あることは と言う通り
別のとしよりが娘の前に
押し出された。
可哀想に
娘はうつむいて
そして今度は席を立たなかった。
次の駅も
次の駅も
下唇をキュッと噛んで
身体をこわばらせて――。
僕は電車を降りた。
固くなってうつむいて
娘はどこまで行ったろう。
やさしい心の持主は
いつでもどこでも
われにもあらず受難者となる。
何故って
やさしい心の持主は
他人のつらさを自分のつらさのように
感じるから。
やさしい心に責められながら
娘はどこまでゆけるだろう。
下唇を噛んで
つらい気持ちで
美しい夕焼けも見ないで。
M.S
ただいるだけで
ReplyDeleteあなたがそこに
ただいるだけで
その場の空気が
あかるくなる
あなたがそこに
ただいるだけで
みんなのこころが
やすらぐ
そんな
あなたにわたしも
なりたい
相田みつを
Just being there
Just being there
you brighten the space around you
just being there
you bring peace of mind to others
it is the person you are
that I long to become
Mituwo Aida
I.k
C.P.
ReplyDeleteThe Word of the Wind by Mah Jonggi (1939-)
After all of us leave,
if my spirit passes by you,
don’t think even for a moment it is
the wind that sways the spring boughs.
Today I will plant a flower
on a corner of the shadow
where I got to know you;
when the flower grows to bloom,
all the distress that stemmed from our acquaintance
will turn into petals and fly away.
It will turn into petals and fly away.
Though it is unbearably distant
and futile,
how can we measure all the things in the world
with only a small ruler?
When every now and then you turn your ears toward where the wind blows,
my beloved, don’t forget even if you become tired
the word of the wind that comes from faraway.
바람의 말 /마종기
우리가 모두 떠난 뒤
내 영혼이 당신 옆을 스치면
설마라도 봄 나뭇가지 흔드는
바람이라고 생각지는 마.
나 오늘 그대 알았던
땅 그림자 한 모서리에
꽃나무 하나 심어 놓으려니
그 나무 자라서 꽃 피우면
우리가 알아서 얻은 모든 괴로움이
꽃잎 되어서 날아가 버릴 거야.
꽃잎 되어서 날아가 버린다.
참을 수 없게 아득하고
헛된 일이지만
어쩌면 세상 모든 일을
지척의 자로만 재고 살 건가.
가끔 바람 부는 쪽으로 귀 기울이면
착한 당신, 피곤해져도 잊지 마,
아득하게 멀리서 오는 바람의 말을.
The Flower
ReplyDeleteBefore I called her name,
she was nothing
more than a gesture.
When I called her name,
she came to me
and became a flower.
Like I called her name,
will someone please call my name
that suits my light and fragrance?
I, too, long to come to her
and become her flower.
We all long to be something.
You, to me, and I, to you,
long to become a gaze that won’t be forgotten.
내가 그의 이름을 불러 주기 전에는
그는 다만
하나의 몸짓에 지나지 않았다.
내가 그의 이름을 불러 주었을 때
그는 나에게로 와서
꽃이 되었다.
내가 그의 이름을 불러 준 것처럼
나의 이 빛깔과 향기에 알맞은
누가 나의 이름을 불러다오.
그에게로 가서 나도
그의 꽃이 되고 싶다.
우리들은 모두
무엇이 되고 싶다.
너는 나에게 나는 너에게
잊혀지지 않는 하나의 눈짓이 되고 싶다.
H.K
「雨にも負けず」 宮沢 賢治（みやざわ けんじ）
ReplyDelete雨にも負けず 風にも負けず
雪にも夏の暑さにも負けぬ
丈夫なからだをもち 慾はなく
決して怒らず いつも静かに笑っている
一日に玄米四合と 味噌と少しの野菜を食べ
あらゆることを 自分を勘定に入れずに
よく見聞きし分かり そして忘れず
野原の松の林の陰の 小さな萱ぶきの小屋にいて
東に病気の子供あれば 行って看病してやり
西に疲れた母あれば 行ってその稲の束を負い
南に死にそうな人あれば 行ってこわがらなくてもいいといい
北に喧嘩や訴訟があれば つまらないからやめろといい
日照りの時は涙を流し 寒さの夏はおろおろ歩き
みんなにでくのぼーと呼ばれ
褒められもせず 苦にもされず
そういうものに わたしはなりたい
「Not losing to the rain」
Not losing to the rain, not losing to the wind
Not losing to the snow or the summer heat
Keeping a strong body, no desires
Never getting angry, always quietly smiling
Eating four bowls of brown rice and miso and some vegetable daily
Hot considering oneself first in everything
Really watching, listening and understanding and not forgetting
Being at a small thatched hut in the shade of the pine woods in the field
If there is a side child to the east going and taking care of him
If there is an exhausted mother to the west, going and carrying of
bundle of rice for her
If there is dying person to the south, going and telling them they
don’t have to be afraid
If there are arguments and lawsuits to the north, telling them to
quite because it’s not worth it
When there is drought, letting the tears flow, in the summer of
coldness, walking around upset
Called a boring fool by everyone
Neither being praised nor troubled
That’s the kind of person I want to be
「Not losing to the rain」
not losing to the rain
not losing to the wind
not losing to the snow nor to summer’s heat
with a strong body
unfettered by desire
never losing temper
cultivating a quiet joy
every day four bowls of brown rice
miso and some vegetables to eat
in everything
count yourself last and put others before you
watching and listening, and understanding
and never forgetting
in the shade of the woods of the pines of the fields
being in a little thatched hut
if there is a sick child to the east
going and nursing over them
if there is a tired mother to the west
going and shouldering her sheaf of rice
if there is someone near death to the south
going and saying there’s no need to be afraid
if there is a quarrel or a suit to the north
telling them to leave off with such waste
when there’s drought, shedding tears of sympathy
when the summer’s cold, wandering upset
called a nobody by everyone
without being praised
without being blamed
such a person
I want to become
Y.T
雨にもまけず
ReplyDelete風にも負けず
雪にも夏の暑さにも負けぬ
丈夫な体を持ち
欲はなく決して怒らず
いつも静かに笑っている
一日に玄米四合と味噌と少しの野菜を食べ
あらゆることを自分を勘定にいれずに
よく見聞きし分かりそして忘れず
野原の松野林の陰の
小さな萱ぶきの小屋にいて
東に病気の子供あれば
行って看病してやり
西に疲れた母あれば
行ってその稲の束を負い
南に死にそうな人あれば
行って怖がらなくてもいいと言い
北に喧嘩や起訴があれば
つまらないからやめろと言い
日照りのときは涙を流し
寒さの夏はおろおろ歩き
皆にできのぼうと呼ばれ
ほめられもせず
苦にもされず
そうゆうものに
私はなりたい
Not losing To The Rain
I am strong in the rain.
I am strong in the wind.
I am strong in the summer heat and snow.
I am healthy and tough
and free from all desire.
I never lose my temper or good nature
nor the smile on my lips.
I eat three cups of brown rice
miso and a few vegetables a day.
I do not think of myself first before others.
In everything, I learn from my experience
and never forget what is important.
I live in a small thatched roof hut
in a field under some pine trees.
If there is a sick child in the east,
I go there to nurse the child.
If there is a tired mother in the west,
I go to her and carry her bundles of rice .
If someone is dying in the south,
I go and tell them not to be afraid.
If there is a quarrel and a lawsuit in the north,
I tell them to stop their petty fighting.
I weep when there is a drought
and wander upset when the summer is cold.
I am called useless by everyone and receive no praise.
No one takes me to heart.
This is the kind of person
I always want to be.
Y.K
雨にもまけず
ReplyDelete風にもまけず
雪にも夏の暑さにもまけぬ
丈夫なからだをもち
慾よくはなく
決して瞋いからず
いつもしずかにわらっている
一日に玄米四合と
味噌みそと少しの野菜をたべ
あらゆることを
じぶんをかんじょうにいれずに
よくみききしわかり
そしてわすれず
野原の松の林の蔭かげの
小さな萱かやぶきの小屋にいて
東に病気のこどもあれば
行って看病してやり
西につかれた母あれば
行ってその稲の束を負い
南に死にそうな人あれば
行ってこわがらなくてもいいといい
北にけんかやそしょうがあれば
つまらないからやめろといい
ひでりのときはなみだをながし
さむさのなつはおろおろあるき
みんなにでくのぼうとよばれ
ほめられもせず
くにもされず
そういうものに
わたしはなりたい
not losing to the rain
not losing to the wind
not losing to the snow nor to summer's heat
with a strong body
unfettered by desire
never losing temper
always quietly smiling
every day four bowls of brown rice
miso and some vegetables to eat
in everything
count yourself last and put others before you
watching and listening, and understanding
and never forgetting
in the shade of the woods of the pines of the fields
being in a little thatched hut
if there is a sick child to the east
going and nursing over them
if there is a tired mother to the west
going and shouldering her sheaf of rice
if there is someone near death to the south
going and saying there's no need to be afraid
if there is a quarrel or a lawsuit to the north
telling them to leave off with such waste
when there's drought, shedding tears of sympathy
when the summer's cold, wandering upset
called a nobody by everyone
without being praised
without being blamed
such a person
I want to become
kenji miyazawa
M.Y.
E. I.
ReplyDeleteВолчица
Russian version:
Туман развеялся, луч солнца осветил
На склоне одинокую волчицу
В лесу призывно дикий зверь завыл
И самка тут же поспешила тскрыться
Охотники, у жаркого костра,
На спор бросали в мешок монеты
Волчица, как стрела, была быстра.
И успевала убежать с рассветом
Флажками окруженные и мглой.
Два хищника, стремясь, неслись по снегу.
И не было, казалось, той зимой
Препятствий их неиствому бегу
Река луной украшена, блестала,
Чьи воды мирно поглащали звери
Но вдруг стрела нежданно побогравели посвистел
И воды и реки и удивлению не было придела
Охотников, добычу увидевших
На теле рана под стрелой алела,
У девушки на берегу лежавшей.
Финал событий, происшедших ночью
Картина, изленившая запруду
Охотники, разорванные в клочья,
И волчий след, оставленный повсюду.
English version:
Fog cleared, a ray of sunshine lit
On the slope of a lone wolf
In the forest wild beast howled invitingly
And the female immediately hurried
Hunters have a hot fire,
On the dispute throwing coins in the bag
Wolf as an arrow, was quick.
And manages to escape with the dawn
Flags and surrounded by mist.
Two predators, seeking, swept the snow.
And there was, it seemed that winter
Obstacles to their run
Moon River decorated,
Whose waters peacefully absorb animals?
Волчица
Russian version:
Туман развеялся, луч солнца осветил
На склоне одинокую волчицу
В лесу призывно дикий зверь завыл
И самка тут же поспешила тскрыться
Охотники, у жаркого костра,
На спор бросали в мешок монеты
Волчица, как стрела, была быстра.
И успевала убежать с рассветом
Флажками окруженные и мглой.
Два хищника, стремясь, неслись по снегу.
И не было, казалось, той зимой
Препятствий их неиствому бегу
Река луной украшена, блестала,
Чьи воды мирно поглащали звери
Но вдруг стрела нежданно побогравели посвистел
И воды и реки и удивлению не было придела
Охотников, добычу увидевших
На теле рана под стрелой алела,
У девушки на берегу лежавшей.
Финал событий, происшедших ночью
Картина, изленившая запруду
Охотники, разорванные в клочья,
И волчий след, оставленный повсюду.
English version:
Fog cleared, a ray of sunshine lit
On the slope of a lone wolf
In the forest wild beast howled invitingly
And the female immediately hurried
Hunters have a hot fire,
On the dispute throwing coins in the bag
Wolf as an arrow, was quick.
And manages to escape with the dawn
Flags and surrounded by mist.
Two predators, seeking, swept the snow.
And there was, it seemed that winter
Obstacles to their run
Moon River decorated,
Whose waters peacefully absorb animals?
S. L.
ReplyDeleteIascaire is ea m’athair le ceart
Conas ná raibh a fhios againn cheana
agus diamhair na mara
chomh glé sin ina shúil?
Lá an adhlactha, iompraíonn sé
doircheacht mhoch na maidine
ar an trá sin a shíneann
ó dhoras an tséipéil
go dtí bruach an tsaoil.
Siúlann thar an slua
atá bailithe sa chlós,
a chois báite sa ghaineamh
gan cabhair a iarraidh
ó éinne dá chlann mhór mhac.
Ní thuigimid an fharraige fós,
dar leis, a cneastacht ná a racht.
Tá naomhóg an bhróin
bun os cionn ar a ghualainn
chomh dubh le fuil théachta,
an fharraige ag fiuchadh
le deora goirt
a loiscfeadh súil na gréine.
Scarann tonn na sochraide roimis
is cuireann sé a dheartháir
sa pholl atá tochailte
aige féin is an ngealaigh
ó aréir. Nuair a shiúlann
ón uaigh ar ais,
tá gile na dtonn
is uaigneas an domhain i ngleic
i súil ghlas mo shinsir.
My father is really a fisherman
How did we not know already,
when the deep mystery of the sea
shines so brightly in his eyes?
On the day of the burial, he carries
the early morning dark
on that beach that stretches
from the church door
to the edge of the world.
Walks past the crowd
that has gathered in the yard,
his feet sunk in sand,
asking no help
from any of his many sons.
We still don’t understand the sea,
he says, its kindness or its anger.
The naomhóg of sorrow
is upside down on his shoulders,
as black as clotted blood,
the ocean boiling
with salt tears
that would burn the eye of the sun.
The funeral-wave parts
and he buries his brother
in the hole
he dug up with the moon
the night before. When he walks
back from the grave,
the brightness of the sea
and the loneliness of the world
grapple in my father’s green eyes.
(translated by Michael S. Begnal)
Я вас любил.../I loved you once... A.C.Pushkin
ReplyDeleteI loved you once: perhaps that love has yet
To die down thoroughly within my soul;
But let it not dismay you any longer;
I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.
I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,
By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.
I loved you with such tenderness and candor
And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.
Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.
K.S.