神州集--庞德英汉

《神州集》共收中国古典诗歌十九首。其中包括《诗经·小雅。采薇》，《汉乐府陌上桑》，《古诗十九首·青青河畔草》，郭璞的《游仙诗》，陶潜的《停云》，王维的《送元二使安西》，卢照邻的《长安古意》以及李白的《长干行》、《江上吟》、《侍从宜春苑奉诏赋龙池柳包初青听新莺百嗽歌》、《古风十八·天津》、《古风十四·胡关》、《忆旧游寄憔郡元参军》、《送友人入蜀》、《登金陵凤凰台》、《黄鹤楼送孟浩然之广陵》、《送友人》、《玉阶怨》、《古风六·代马》。

第一首《诗经·小雅·采薇》

采薇采薇，薇亦作止。

曰归曰归，岁亦莫止。

靡室靡家，犹脸之故。

不逞启居，犹脸之故。

采薇采薇，薇亦柔止。

曰归曰归，心亦忧止。

忧心烈烈，载饥载渴。

我戍未定，靡使归聘。

采薇采薇，薇亦刚止。

曰归曰归，岁亦阳止。

王室靡篮，不逞启处。

忧心孔疚，我行不来。

彼尔维何，维常之华。

彼路斯何，君子之车。

戎车既驾，四牡业业。

岂敢定居，一月三捷。

驾彼四牡，四牡骇骇。

君子所依，小人所排。

四牡翼翼，象饵鱼服。

岂不日戒，犹脸孔棘。

昔我往矣，杨柳依依。

今我来思，雨雪霏霏。

行道迟迟，载渴载饥。

我心悲伤，莫知我哀。

1 SONG OF THE BOWMAN OF SHU

Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots

And saying: When shall we get back to our country?

Here we are because we have the Ken-nin for our foemen,

We have no comfort because of these Mongols.

We grub the soft fern-shoots,

When anyone says "Return," the others are full of sorrow. Sorrowful minds, sorrow is strong, we are hungry and thirsty. Our defense is not yet made sure, no one can let his friend return. We grub the old fern-stalks.

We say: Will we be let to go back in October?

There is no ease in royal affairs, we have no comfort.

Our sorrow is bitter, but we would not return to our country. What flower has come into blossom?

Whose chariot? The General's.

Horses, his horses even, are tired. They were strong.

We have no rest, three battles a month.

By heaven, his horses are tired.

The generals are on them, the soldiers are by them.

The horses are well trained, the generals have ivory arrows and quivers ornamented with fish-skin.

The enemy is swift, we must be careful.

When we set out, the willows were drooping with spring,

We come back in the snow,

We go slowly, we are hungry and thirsty,

Our mind is full of sorrow, who will know of our grief? by Bunno — Reputedly 1100 B.C

第二首《古诗十九首·青青河畔草》

《青青河边草》

无名氏

青青河畔草，郁郁园中柳。

盈盈楼上女，皎皎当窗墉。

娥娥红粉妆，纤纤出素手。

昔为倡家女，今为荡子妇，

荡子行不归，空床难独守。

2 THE BEAUTIFUL TOILET

Blue, blue is the grass about the river

And the willows have overfilled the close garden. And within, the mistress, in the midmost of her youth, White, white of face, hesitates, passing the door. Slender. she puts forth a slender hand;

And she was a courtezan in the old days,

And she has married a sot,

Who now goes drunkenly out

And leaves her too much alone.

by Mei Sheng B.C. 140