长干行
李白
妾发初覆额，折花门前剧。
郎骑竹马来，绕床弄青梅。
同居长干里，两小无嫌猜。
十四为君妇，羞颜未尝开。
低头向暗壁，千唤不一回。
十五始展眉，愿同尘与灰。
常存抱柱信，岂上望夫台？
十六君远行，瞿塘滟堆。
五月不可触，猿声天上哀。
门前旧行迹，一一生绿苔。
苔深不能扫，落叶秋风早。
八月蝴蝶黄，双飞西园草。
感此伤妾心，坐愁红颜老。
早晚下三巴，预将书报家。
相迎不道远，直至长风沙。
A Merchant Wife’s Complaint
Li Bai
With hair just hanging about my forehead，
I plucked flowers and played before my home gate.
You came riding a bamboo in a horse’s stead.
Round the bed we played green plums， quite elate.
In the same Changgan neighbourhood lived we，
Two children， simple-minded and carefree.
At fourteen I was married， your wife to be.
I felt shy， to smile seemed too hard for me.
Lowering my head， I would face the dark walls
And wouldn’t turn round at your repeated calls.
I didn’t feel at ease till I was fifteen，
And swore： Alive or dead， we would ne’er part.
You were hoped to be faithful as you’d been.
But alas， a lonely life I had soon to start.
When I was sixteen， far away you were gone，
Passing Qutang Gorge where Yanyu Sands lie，
Dangerous， in the fifth moon to be touched on，
With monkeys’ wails echoing to the sky.
Before the gate your footprints along the way
Have all been covered by moss thick and green，
Too o’ergrown indeed to be swept away.
In autumn wind， trees soon leafless have been.
In eighth moon， often fly yellow butterflies
In pairs o’er the grass of our west garden.
My heart aches when on them I set my eyes，
To think I’ll get old soon makes me sadden.
When you are going home through the Three-Ba，
Please write to me a letter beforehand.
I’ll go to meet you， be it e’er so far，
Be it， let me suppose， the Long Wind Sand.
