Along the road running west
The cicadas sing
And from the south too
So loudly it sounds like
A visitor approaching
How long the song lasts
From their fragile black wings
Yet my white shaggy head
Detects a note of gloom
As autumn’s heavy mists
Make flight unthinkable
And the wind grows stronger
Their song will be submerged
So too by my fellow man
I have been left here forgotten
No one shows the least regard
For the songs that yet
Would fill my heart
在獄詠蟬并序
西路蟬聲唱
南冠客思侵
那堪玄鬢影
來對白頭吟
露重飛難進
風多響易沉
無人信高潔
誰為表予心
An alternate translation:
ReplyDeleteOde to the Cicada in Prison
From the West cicadas sing
From the South it seems an invasion
From Nakan that mysteriously
Becomes a white haired song
Heavy dew makes flying hard
Wind sinks easily singing
Nobody reads the letters
That satisfy the heart