《卜算子》咏梅

《卜算子》咏梅

陆 游

驿外断桥边，
寂寞开无主，
已是黄昏独自愁，
更著风和雨。

无意苦争春，
一任群芳妒。
零落成泥碾作尘，
只有香如故。

Ode to the Plum Blossom
    ----to the tune of Bu Suan Zi
by Lu You

Outside the post-house, beside the broken bridge,
Alone, deserted, a flower blooms.
Saddened by her solitude in the falling dusk,
She is assailed by wind and rain.
Let other flowers be envious.
She craves not Spring for herself alone.
Her petals may be ground in the mud,
But her fragrance will endure.

卜算子咏梅
1961年12月*

风雨送春归，
飞雪迎春到。
已是悬崖百丈冰，
犹有花枝俏。

俏也不争春，
只把春来报。
待到山花烂漫时，
她在丛中笑。

 
　The Song of Divination Odeto the Plum Blossom December 1961 MaoZedong

Wind　and　rain　send　Spring　home,
And　flying　snow　greets　coming　spring.　
From　sheer　cliff　shundred－zhang　long　icicles　hang,　
Still　burst　sforth　a　flower　charming.　
Though　charming　for　spring　she　won＇t　vie,　While　springs　advent　she　is　simply　heralding.　When　mountain　blossoms　flower　in　full　bloom,　
In　their　very　midst　is　she　smiling.