Spring scene during civil war
A.Z. Foreman dal cinese medievale
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A kingdom shattered, river and mountain survive.
The city springfallen, weed and tree gain ground.
So touched by the times - tears gush at the sight of flowers
So grieved by parting - the heart jolts at birds' sound.
Three months the beacons of war have brimmed with flames,
ten tons one letter from home is worth in gold
and things unravel. I pull my whitening hair
so thin that my own hairpin will soon lose hold.
A.Z. Foreman dal cinese medievale
Click to hear me recite the original in my idea of a late Táng Medieval reading pronunciation
Click here to hear me recite the original in modern Mandarin pronunciation
A kingdom shattered, river and mountain survive.
The city springfallen, weed and tree gain ground.
So touched by the times - tears gush at the sight of flowers
So grieved by parting - the heart jolts at birds' sound.
Three months the beacons of war have brimmed with flames,
ten tons one letter from home is worth in gold
and things unravel. I pull my whitening hair
so thin that my own hairpin will soon lose hold.
Scena di primavera durante guerra
civile
Un regno va in rovina, monti e
fiumi sopravvivono.
Le mura invase dai fiori, erbe e alberi sopravanzano.
Toccato dai tempi – sprigionano
lacrime, alla vista
addolorato dall’addio – ai richiami di uccelli rimbalza il cuore.
Tre mesi le luci di guerra fino
all’orlo colme di fiamme,
dieci tonnellate una lettera da casa vale di oro
e le cose si sfanno. Tanto grattai
capelli che imbiancano
tanto sottili che la mia forcina perderà la
presa.
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