《江雪》英译版本

原诗摘录

江雪

柳宗元

千山/鸟飞/绝,

万径/人踪/灭。

孤舟/蓑笠翁,

独钓/寒江雪。

River Snow:

A hundred mountains and no bird,

A thousand paths without a footprint;

A little boat, a bamboo cloak,

An old man fishing in the cold river-snow.

Snow:

No sign of birds in the mountains;

nor of men along the trails; nor any craft on the river but a little boat,

with an old man in rustic hat and cape dangling a line in the f rigid waters—a solitary figure veiled in silent snow.

Snow on the river:

No singing of birds in the mountain ranges

no footprint s of men on a thousand trails

there is only one boat on the water

with an o ld man in a straw rain cape

who stands on deck and fishes by him self

where the snow falls on the cold river.

Snowing on the river:

Not a bird o’er the hundreds of peak s,

Not a man on the thousands of trails.

An old angler alone in a boat,

With h is rod and line, in raining outfit,

Is fishing on the river midst th’snow -drift.

Fishing in Snow:

From hill to hill no bird in flight;

From path to path no man in sight.

A straw -cloak’d man in a boat, lo!

Fishing on river clad in snow.

Fishing in Snow:

From h ill to hill no bird in flight;

From path to path no man in sight.

A lonely fisherman afloat

Is fishing snow in a lonely boat.

River Snow:

Myriad mountain s-not a bird flying.

Endless roads—not a trace of men.

Only an old fisherman in a lonely boat,

Angling silently in the river covered with snow.

River Snow:

From a thousand hills, bird flight shave vanished;

on ten thousand paths, human traces wiped out:

lone boat, an old man in straw cape and hat,

fishing alone in the cold river snow.

River Snow fall:

Am idst all mountains, birds no longer fly;

On all roads, no more travelers pass by.

Straw hat and cloak, o ld man’s in boat, head low,

Fishing alone on river co ld with snow.

Snow on the River:

On a thousand hill all birds life is cut off,

On ten thou sand paths there is no trace of human foot steps; In a lonely boat the old man with the bamboo hat and cape Sits by him-self fishing the river in the winter snow.

The Snow bound River:

O ’ermoun tains and mountains no bird is on the wing;

On thousand lines of the pathw ays there’s no footprint.

In a lone boat on the snow bound river, an old man,

In palm-bark cape and straw hat, drop s h is angle string.