哀江头
杜甫
少陵野老吞声哭，春日潜行曲江曲。
江头宫殿锁千门，细柳新蒲为谁绿？
忆昔霓旌下南苑，苑中万物生颜色。
昭阳殿里第一人，同辇随君侍君侧。
辇前才人带弓箭，白马嚼啮黄金勒。
翻身向天仰射云，一笑正坠双飞翼。
明眸皓齿今何在？ 血污游魂归不得。
清渭东流剑阁深，去住彼此无消息。
人生有情泪沾臆，江草江花岂终极？
黄昏胡骑尘满城，欲往城南望城北。
Lamenting on the Riverside
Du Fu
I， humble old man from Shaoling，
Gulp down my sobs today in spring
And sneak along the Qu River
To its most deserted corner，
Where palaces massive and tall
Have their grand gates shut and locked all.
Willows and cattails can be seen；
But for whom are they fresh and green？
When in the past our Emperor dear
Came to the Southern Garden here，
His grand rainbow banners splendid
Made all in it bright and vivid.
She， his most favorite mistress，
Living in the Zhaoyang Palace，
Sat in the carriage by his side
Accompanying him on the ride.
Before the carriage marched in rows
Young maids armed with arrows and bows，
Whose harnessed white coursers by fits
Gnawed their glittering golden bits.
One archer turned herself around
And soon brought two birds to the ground
With one arrow shot at the sky
Where the poor fowls happened to fly.
What has now become the Beauty，
That of eyes bright and teeth pearly？
A lonely bleeding ghost homeless
E’er roaming in the wilderness！
Jiange stronghold lies far in west，
While the Wei flows east without rest.
The living “he” and his dead “dear”
Can’t again from each other hear！
Man， a creature of sympathy，
Will shed tears for the tragedy.
Can grass and flowers by the river
Remain just the same forever？
At dusk the rebels’ cavalry
Raise a dust shrouding the City.
Going home in the City’s south now，
I can’t help looking north anyhow.