艾兹拉 · 庞德（Ezra Pound）


妾发初覆额，折花门前剧； 
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead 
I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. 
郎骑竹马来，绕床弄青梅。 
You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, 
You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. 
同居长干里，两小无嫌猜。 
And we went on living in the village of Chokan: 
Two small people, without dislike or suspicion. 
十四为君妇，羞颜未尝开。 
At forteen I married My Lord you. 
I never laughed, being bashful. 
低头向暗壁，千唤不一回。 
Lowering my head, I looked at the wall. 
Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back. 
十五始展眉，愿同尘与灰。 
At fifteen I stopped scowling, 
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours 
常存抱柱信，岂上望夫台。 
Forever and forever and forever. 
Why should I climb the look out? 
十六君远行，瞿塘滟滪堆。 
At sixteen you departed, 
You went into far Ku-to-en, by the river ofrling eddies, 
五月不可触，猿声天上哀。 
And you have been gone five months. 
The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead. 
门前迟行迹，一一生绿苔。 
You dragged your feet when you went out. 
By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses, 
苔深不能扫，落叶秋风早。 
Too deep to clear them away! 
The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind. 
八月蝴蝶黄，双飞西园草。 
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August 
Over the grass in the West garden; 
感此伤妾心，坐愁红颜老！ 
They hurt me. I grow older. 
早晚下三巴，预将书报家。 
If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang, 
Please let me know beforehand, 
相迎不道远，直至长风沙。 
And I will come out to meet you 
As far as Cho-fu-Sa. 



版本二 ：
A Traders Wife Li Bai 
by Ezra Pound


My forehead covered by my hair cut straight, 
I played with flowers pluckd before the gate. 
On hobbyhorse you came upon the scene, 
Around the well we played with plumes still green. 
We lived, close nei**ors on Riverside Lane, 
Carefree and innocent, we children twain. 
At fourteen years when I became your bride, 
Id often turn my bashful face aside. 
Hanging my head, Id look towards the wall, 
A thousand times Id not answer your call. 
At fifteen years when I composed my brows, 
To mix my dust with yours were my dear vows. 
Rather than break faith, you declared youd die. 
Who knew Id live alone in a tower high? 
I was sixteen when you went far away, 
Passing Three Gorges studded with rocks grey, 
Where ships were wrecked when spring flood ran high, 
Where gibbons wails seemed coming from the sky. 
Green moss now overgrows before our door, 
Your footprints, hidden, can be seen no more. 
Moss cant be swept away, so thick it grows, 
And leaves fall early when the west wind blows. 
The yellow butterflies in autumn pass 
Two by two oer our western garden grass. 
This sight would break my heart and Im afraid, 
Sitting alone, my rosy cheeks would fade. 
Oh, when are you to leave the Western land? 
Do not forget to let me know beforehand! 
Ill walk to meet you and not call it far 
To go to Long Wind Sands or where you are.