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沁园春·雪
一九三六年二月
SNOW
--to the tune of Chin Yuan Chun
February 1936
北国风光,
千里冰封,
万里雪飘。
望长城内外,
惟馀莽莽;
大河上下,
顿失滔滔。
山舞银蛇,
原驰蜡象,
欲与天公试比高。
须晴日,
看红妆素裹,
分外妖娆。
North country scene:
A hundred leagues locked in ice,
A thousand leagues of whirling snow.
Both sides of the Great Wall
One single white immensity.
The Yellow River's swift current
Is stilled from end to end.
The mountains dance like silver snakes
And the highlands* charge like wax-hued elephants,
Vying with heaven in stature.
On a fine day, the land,
Clad in white, adorned in red,
Grows more enchanting.
江山如此多娇,
引无数英雄竟折腰。
惜秦皇汉武,
略输文采;
唐宗宋祖,
稍逊风骚。
一代天骄,
成吉思汉,
只识弯弓射大雕。
俱往矣,
数风流人物,
还看今朝。
This land so rich in beauty
Has made countless heroes bow in homage.
But alas! Chin Shih-huang and Han Wu-ti
Were lacking in literary grace,
And Tang Tai-tsung and Sung Tai-tsu
Had little poetry in their souls;
And Genghis Khan,
Proud Son of Heaven for a day,
Knew only shooting eagles, bow outstretched
All are past and gone!
For truly great men
Look to this age alone.
*AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The highlands are those of Shensi and Shansi.
MAO TSETUNG POEMS
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沁园春·长沙
一九二五年
CHANGSHA
--to the tune of Chin Yuan Chun
1925
独立寒秋,
湘江北去,
橘子洲头。
看万山红遍,
层林尽染;
漫江碧透,
百舸争流。
鹰击长空,
鱼翔浅底,
万物霜天竞自由。
怅寥廓,
问苍茫大地,
谁主沉浮?
Alone I stand in the autumn cold
On the tip of Orange Island,
The Hsiang flowing northward;
I see a thousand hills crimsoned through
By their serried woods deep-dyed,
And a hundred barges vying
Over crystal blue waters.
Eagles cleave the air,
Fish glide in the limpid deep;
Under freezing skies a million creatures contend in freedom.
Brooding over this immensity,
I ask, on this boundless land
Who rules over man's destiny?
携来百侣曾游。
忆往昔峥嵘岁月稠。
恰同学少年,
风华正茂;
书生意气,
挥斥方遒。
指点江山,
激扬文字,
粪土当年万户侯。
曾记否,
到中流击水,
浪遏飞舟?
I was here with a throng of companions,
Vivid yet those crowded months and years.
Young we were, schoolmates,
At life's full flowering;
Filled with student enthusiasm
Boldly we cast all restraints aside.
Pointing to our mountains and rivers,
Setting people afire with our words,
We counted the mighty no more than muck.
Remember still
How, venturing midstream, we struck the waters
And waves stayed the speeding boats?
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