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      《九月九日憶山東兄弟》英譯版賞析

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      又是一年重陽(yáng)節,一句“每逢佳節倍思親”,道出了異鄉漂泊之人的共同感受。古代歌詠重陽(yáng)節的詩(shī)詞不知凡幾,最為人熟知的要數唐代詩(shī)人王維的《九月九日憶山東兄弟》。下面就請大家欣賞這首詩(shī)的幾個(gè)不同的英譯版本。

      九月九日憶山東兄弟

      [唐] 王維

      獨在異鄉為異客,

      每逢佳節倍思親。

      遙知兄弟登高處,

      遍插茱萸少一人。

      On the Mountain Holiday Thinking of my Brothers in Shandong

      All alone in a foreign land,

      I am twice as homesick on this day.

      When brothers carry dogwood up the mountain,

      Each of them a branch -- and my branch missing.

      —— Tr. by Witter Bynner

      Thinking of my Brothers on Mountain Climbing Day

      Alone, a lonely stranger in a foreign land,

      I doubly pine for kinsfolk on a holiday.

      I know my brothers would, with dogwood spray in hand,

      Climb up mountain and miss me so far away.

      —— Tr. by X. Y. Z. (許淵沖)

      On Double Ninth Day Thinking of my Brothers at Home

      A lonely stranger in a foreign land I'm cast,

      Sore sick for my dears on every festive day.

      By now my brothers must some heights have passed,

      But a cornel wearer missing'll damp the day.

      —— Tr. by Wang Baotong(王寶童)

      Thinking of my Brothers on the Double Ninth Festival in the East of Mount Hua

      All alone in a strange land,

      How I long for my folks on this festive day!

      I imagine my brothers climb up a hill, dogwood on heads,

      And all except me merrily go their way.

      —— Tr. by Feng Huazhan(豐華瞻)

      Thinking of My Brothers in Shandong on the Double Ninth Festival

      A stranger in a strange land on each holiday,

      I think of my kinsmen with a double care.

      I know when my brothers wear medicine bags,

      At the heights, they would find one to spare.

      —— Tr. by Chen Junpu(陳君樸)

      Nostalgia for my brothers on the Double Ninth Day

      In an alien land, being a solitary alien guest,

      I miss most my kin when comes the festival bright,

      And think on the hill my brothers must feel distressed,

      To find, when wearing a dogwood sprig, one not in sight.