李白的诗
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

美人卷珠帘，
深坐颦蛾眉。
但见泪痕湿，
不知心恨谁。

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.

送储邕之武昌

李白

黄鹤西楼月，长江万里情。
春风三十度，空忆武昌城。
送尔难为别，衔杯惜未倾。
湖连张乐地，山逐泛舟行。
诺谓楚人重，诗传谢朓清。
沧浪吾有曲，寄入棹歌声。

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!

春日归山

寄孟浩然

李白

朱绂遗尘境，青山谒梵筵。
金绳开觉路，宝筏度迷川。
岭树攒飞栱，岩花覆谷泉。
塔形标海月，楼势出江烟。
香气三天下，钟声万壑连。
荷秋珠已满，松密盖初圆。
鸟聚疑闻法，龙参若护禅。
愧非流水韵，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

青山横北郭，白水绕东城。
此地一为别，孤蓬万里征。
浮云游子意，落日故人情。
挥手自兹去，萧萧班马鸣。

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!

长干行·其一[1]

李白

妾发初覆额，折花门前剧。
郎骑竹马来，绕床弄青梅。
同居长干里，两小无嫌猜。
十四为君妇，羞颜未尝开。
低头向暗壁，千唤不一回。
十五始展眉，愿同尘与灰。
常存抱柱信，岂上望夫台。
十六君远行，瞿塘滟滪堆。
五月不可触，猿声天上哀。

[1]《长干行二首》是李白的组诗作品，此处为其中一首。——编者注（本书注释，均为编者注，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.

门前送行迹，一一生绿苔。
苔深不能扫，落叶秋风早。
八月蝴蝶黄，双飞西园草。
感此伤妾心，坐愁红颜老。
早晚下三巴，预将书报家。
相迎不道远，直至长风沙。

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.

月下独酌[2]

李白

花间一壶酒，独酌无相亲。
举杯邀明月，对影成三人。
月既不解饮，影徒随我身。
暂伴月将影，行乐须及春。
我歌月徘徊，我舞影零乱。
醒时相交欢，醉后各分散。
永结无情游，相期邈云汉。

[2]《月下独酌四首》是李白的组诗作品，此处为其中一首。

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.

关山月

李白

明月出天山，苍茫云海间。
长风几万里，吹度玉门关。
汉下白登道，胡窥青海湾。
由来征战地，不见有人还。
戍客望边色，思归多苦颜。
高楼当此夜，叹息未应闲。

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.

庐山谣[3]

李白

我本楚狂人，凤歌笑孔丘。
手持绿玉杖，朝别黄鹤楼。
五岳寻仙不辞远，一生好入名山游。
庐山秀出南斗傍，屏风九叠云锦张。
影落明湖青黛光，
金阙前开二峰长，银河倒挂三石梁。
香炉瀑布遥相望，回崖沓嶂凌苍苍。

[3]现诗名多写作《庐山谣寄卢侍御虚舟》。

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.

翠影红霞映朝日，鸟飞不到吴天长。
登高壮观天地间，大江茫茫去不还。
黄云万里动风色，白波九道流雪山。
好为庐山谣，兴因庐山发。
闲窥石镜清我心，谢公行处苍苔没。
早服还丹无世情，琴心三叠道初成。
遥见仙人彩云里，手把芙蓉朝玉京。
先期汗漫九垓上，愿接卢敖游太清。

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.

梦游天姥吟留别

李白

海客谈瀛洲，烟涛微茫信难求；
越人语天姥，云霞明灭或可睹。
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，一夜飞度镜湖月。
湖月照我影，送我至剡溪。
谢公宿处今尚在，绿水荡漾清猿啼。
脚著谢公屐，身登青云梯。
半壁见海日，空中闻天鸡。

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，丘峦崩摧。
洞天石扉，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。

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?

忽魂悸以魄动，恍惊起而长嗟。
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！

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.

赠孟浩然

李白

吾爱孟夫子，风流天下闻。
红颜弃轩冕，白首卧松云。
醉月频中圣，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.