李白《静夜思》9种英译版本的欣赏

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静夜思

李白

床前明月光，疑是地上霜。

举头望明月，低头思故乡。

　 1).In the Still of the Night

I descry bright moonlight in front of my bed.

I suspect it to be hoary frost on the floor.

I watch the bright moon, as I tilt back my head.

I yearn, while stooping, for my homeland more.

（徐忠杰）
2).A Tranquil Night

Abed, I see a silver light,

I wonder if it's frost aground.

Looking up, I find the moon bright;

Bowing, in homesickness I'm drowned.

(许渊冲译)

　
3).In the Quiet Night

So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed---

Could there have been a frost already?

Lifting my head to look, I found that it was moonlight.

Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

(Tr. Witter Bynner)

　
4). Night Thoughts

I wake, and moonbeams play around my bed,

Glittering like hoar-frost to my wandering eyes;

Up towards the glorious moon I raise my head,

Then lay me down---and thoughts of home arise.

( Tr. Herbert A. Giles)

　
5). On a Quiet Night

I saw the moonlight before my couch,

And wondered if it were not the frost on the ground.

I raised my head and looked out on the mountain noon,

I bowed my head and though of my far-off home.

(TR. S. Obata)

　
6). The Moon Shines Everywhere

Seeing the moon before my couch so bright

I thought hoar frost had fallen from the night.

On her clear face I gaze with lifted eyes:

Then hide them full of Youth's sweet memories.

(Tr. W.J.B. Fletcher)

　
7). Night Thoughts

In front of my bed the moonlight is very bright.

I wonder if that can be frost on the floor?

I list up my head and look at the full noon, the dazzling moon.

I drop my head, and think of the home of old days.

(Tr. Amy Lowell)

　
8). Thoughts in a Tranquil Night

Athwart the bed

I watch the moonbeams cast a trail

So bright, so cold, so frail,

That for a space it gleams

Like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams.

I raise my head, -

The splendid moon I see:

Then droop my head,

And sink to dreams of thee -

My father land , of thee!

(Tr. L. Cranmer-Byng)

　
9). Nostalgia

A splash of white on my bedroom floor. Hoarfrost?

I raise my eyes to the moon, the same noon.

As scenes long past come to mind, my eyes fall again on the splash of white,and my heart aches for home.