YeezyYeezy
床前明月光,疑是地上霜。举头望明月,低头思故乡。A Tranquil Night Abed, I see a silver light,I wonder if It’s frost around.Looking up, I find the moon bright;Bowing, in homesickness I’m drowned.(许渊冲 译 1984)A Tranquil NightBefore my bed a pool of light.Can it be hoarfrost on the ground?Looking up, I find the moon bright;Bowing, in homesickness I’m drowned.(许渊冲 译 2004)Thoughts on a Tranquil NightBefore my bed a pool of light—Can it be hoar-frost on the ground?Looking up, I find the moon bright;Bowing, in homesickness I’m drowned.(许渊冲 译 2005)Thoughts on a Tranquil NightBefore my bed a pool of light—O can it be hoar-frost on the ground?Looking up, I find the moon bright;Bowing, in homesickness I’m drowned.Notes: Seeing a pool of moonlight, the poet is drowned in the pond of homesickness.(许渊冲 译 2006)
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有9种翻译方法: 1).In the Still of the Night I descry bright moonlight in front of my bed. I suspect it to be hoary frost on the floor. I watch the bright moon,as I tilt back my head. I yearn,while stooping,for my homeland more. 2).A Tranquil Night Abed,I see a silver light, I wonder if it"s frost aground. Looking up,I find the moon bright; Bowing,in homesickness I"m drowned. 3).In the Quiet Night So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed—— Could there have been a frost already? Lifting my head to look,I found that it was moonlight. Sinking back again,I thought suddenly of home. 4).Night Thoughts I wake,and moonbeams play around my bed, Glittering like hoar-frost to my wandering eyes; Up towards the glorious moon I raise my head, Then lay me down——and thoughts of home arise. 5).On a Quiet Night I saw the moonlight before my couch, And wondered if it were not the frost on the ground. I raised my head and looked out on the mountain noon, I bowed my head and though of my far-off home. 6).The Moon Shines Everywhere Seeing the moon before my couch so bright I thought hoar frost had fallen from the night. On her clear face I gaze with lifted eyes: Then hide them full of Youth"s sweet memories. 7).Night Thoughts In front of my bed the moonlight is very bright. I wonder if that can be frost on the floor? I list up my head and look at the full noon,the dazzling moon. I drop my head,and think of the home of old days. 8).Thoughts in a Tranquil Night Athwart the bed I watch the moonbeams cast a trail So bright,so cold,so frail, That for a space it gleams Like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams. I raise my head,- The splendid moon I see: Then droop my head, And sink to dreams of thee - My father land ,of thee! 9).Nostalgia A splash of white on my bedroom floor.Hoarfrost? I raise my eyes to the moon,the same noon. As scenes long past come to mind,my eyes fall again on the splash of