古诗英语翻译，名家古诗英译
巫术文化曾广泛影响了世界各民族的政治、宗教、文学及其他各类艺术。诗歌和巫术语言都富有无穷的魔力。下面是小编带来的名家古诗英译，欢迎阅读!
名家古诗英译篇一
《红楼梦》·《好了歌》
世人都晓神仙好，惟有功名忘不了!
古今将相在何方?荒冢一堆草没了。
世人都晓神仙好，只有金银忘不了!
终朝只恨聚无多，及到多时眼闭了。
世人都晓神仙好，只有姣妻忘不了!
君生日日说恩情，君死又随人去了。
世人都晓神仙好，只有儿孙忘不了!
痴心父母古来多，孝顺子孙谁见了?
Won-Done Song
Men all know that salvation should be won,
But with ambition won’t have done, have done.
Where are the famous ones of days gone by?
In grassy graves they lie now, every one.
Men all know that salvation should be won.
But with their riches won’t have done, have done.
Each day they grumble they’ve not made enough.
When they’ve enough, it’s good night everyone!
Men all know that salvation should be won.
But with their loving wives they won’t have done.
The darlings every day protest their love:
But once you’re dead, they’re off with another one.
Men all know that salvation should be won,
But with their children won’t have done, have done.
Yet though of parents fond there is no lack,
Of grateful children saw I ne’er a one.
名家古诗英译篇二
《红楼梦》·《秋窗风雨夕》
秋花惨淡秋草黄，耿耿秋灯秋夜长;
已觉秋窗秋不尽，那堪风雨助凄凉!
助秋风雨来何速?惊破秋窗秋梦续;
抱得秋情不忍眠，自向秋屏移泪烛。
泪烛摇摇爇短檠，牵愁照恨动离情;
谁家秋院无风入?何处秋窗无雨声?
罗衾不奈秋风力，残漏声催秋雨急;
连宵脉脉复飕飕，灯前似伴离人泣。
寒烟小院转萧条，疏竹虚窗时滴沥;
不知风雨几时休，已教泪洒窗纱湿。
A Windy; Rainy Evening by the Autumn Window
Sad the autumn flowers, scar the autumn grass,
Autumn lamps flicker through the long autumn night,
Unendurably desolate by the autumn window,
In the wind and rain autumn seems infinite.
The wind and rain speed autumn on its way,
By the window shattering her autumn dream;
And the girl with autumn in her heart cannot sleep
But trims the candle by her autumn screen.
Guttering on its stick, the candle sheds tears of wax,
Evoking the grief of separation, its pain,
As through each autumn courtyard gusts the wind,
And on each autumn window beats the rain.
The autumn wind, through silken quilts strikes chill,
Her water-clock the autumn rain spurs on.
All night the pelting rain and soughing wind
Accompany her tears for one now gone.
Chill mist enwraps the court in loneliness,
Bamboos drip by the lattice without pause;
None can tell when the wind and rain will cease,
But already tears have soaked her window’s gauze.
名家古诗英译篇三
杜甫 《望岳》
岱宗夫如何，齐鲁青未了。
造化钟神秀，阴阳割昏晓。
荡胸生层云，决眦入归鸟。
会当凌绝顶，一览众山小。
Gazing on Mount Tai
Du Fu
O peak of peaks, how high it stands!
One boundless green o’erspreads two States.
A marvel done by Nature’s hands,
O’er light and shade it dominates.
Clouds rise therefrom and lave my breast;
My eyes are strained to see birds fleet.
Try to ascend the mountain’s crest:
It dwarfs all peaks under our feet.
名家古诗英译篇四
杜甫 《赠李白》
秋来相顾尚飘蓬，未就丹砂愧葛洪。
痛饮狂歌空度日，飞扬跋扈为谁雄?
To Li Bai
Du Fu
When autumn comes, you’re drifting still like thistledown;
You try to find the way to heaven, but you fail.
In singing mad and drinking dead your days you drown.
O when will fly the roc? O when will leap the whale?
名家古诗英译篇五
杜甫 《丽人行》
三月三日天气新，长安水边多丽人。
态浓意远淑且真，肌理细腻骨肉匀。
绣罗衣裳照暮春，蹙金孔雀银麒麟。
头上何所有? 翠微盍叶垂鬓唇。
背后何所见? 珠压腰衱稳称身。
就中云幕椒房亲，赐名大国虢与秦。
紫驼之峰出翠釜，水精之盘行素鳞。
犀箸厌饫久未下，銮刀缕切空纷纶。
黄门飞鞚不动尘，御厨络绎送八珍。
箫鼓哀吟感鬼神，宾从杂遝实要津。
后来鞍马何逡巡，当轩下马入锦茵。
杨花雪落覆白蘋，青鸟飞去衔红巾。
炙手可热势绝伦，慎莫近前丞相嗔。
Satire on Fair Ladies
Du Fu
The weather’s fine in the third moon on the third day,
By riverside so many beauties in array.
Each of the ladies has a fascinating face,
Their skin is delicate, their manner full of grace.
Embroidered with peacocks and unicorns in gold,
Their dress in rich silks shines so bright when spring is old.
What do they wear on the head?
Emerald pendant leaves hang down in silver thread.
What do you see from behind?
How nice-fitting are their waistbands with peals combined.
Among them there’re the emperor’s favorite kin,
Ennobled Duchess of Guo comes with Duchess of Qin.
What do they eat?
The purple meat
Of camel’s hump cooked in green cauldron as a dish;
On crystal plate is served snow-white slices of raw fish.
See rhino chopsticks the satiated eaters stay,
And untouched morsels carved by belled knives on the tray.
When eunuchs’ horses come running, no dust is raised;
They bring still more rare dishes delicious to the taste.
Listen to soul-stirring music of flutes and drums!
On the main road an official retinue comes.
A rider ambles on saddled horse, the last of all,
He alights, treads on satin carpet, enters the hall.
The willow down like snow falls on the duckweed white;
The blue bird picking red handkerchief goes in flight.
The prime minister’s powerful without a peer.
His angry touch would burn your hand. Do not come near!