听安万善吹篥歌-On Hearing An Wanshan Play the Tartar Reed-Pipe
听安万善吹篥歌
李颀
南山截竹为篥，此乐本自龟兹出。
流传汉地曲转奇，凉州胡人为我吹。
旁邻闻者多叹息，远客思乡皆泪垂。
世人解听不解赏，长飙风中自来往。
枯桑老柏寒飕，九雏鸣凤乱啾啾。
龙吟虎啸一时发，万籁百泉相与秋。
忽然更作渔阳掺，黄云萧条白日暗。
变调如闻杨柳春，上林繁花照眼新。
岁夜高堂列明烛，美酒一杯声一曲。
On Hearing An Wanshan Play the Tartar Reed-Pipe
Li Qi
Of the South Mountain bamboo is made the Bili，
An instrument first coming from the tribe Quici.
Now in the Han lands， popular it grows to be，
A Tartar from Liangzhou is playing it for me.
On hearing it， most of my neighbours heave deep sigh
And strangers from afar are homesick and shed tears.
Men enjoy it but to appreciate it ne’er try，
Its tune is like free-moving wind that itself steers，
Freezing the withered mulberry and old cypress，
Making many young phoenixes cry in a mess，
Arousing at once dragons’ wails and tigers’ roars，
Mustering all sounds and various springs at autumn’s doors.
All of a sudden， to Yuyang Drumbeats it comes，
Yellow clouds turn bleak and the white sun dark becomes.
Then soon is heard a turn to Spring in the Willow，
Myriad flowers in the royal garden shine bright so.
On New Year’s Eve， candles are lighted in the great hall；
For each cup of wine， a new tune will us enthrall.
