欧阳修《醉翁亭记》中文版和英文版翻译.docx

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欧阳修《醉翁亭记》中文版和英文版翻译

欧阳修·《醉翁亭记》英译

环滁皆山也。

其西南诸峰，林壑尤美。

望之蔚然而深秀者，琅琊也。

山行六七里，渐闻水声潺潺，而泄出于两峰之间者，酿泉也。

峰回路转，有亭翼然临于泉上者，醉翁亭也。

作亭者谁？

山之僧曰智仙也。

名之者谁？

太守自谓也。

太守与客来饮于此，饮少辄醉，而年又最高，故自号曰“醉翁”也。

醉翁之意不在酒，在乎山水之间也。

山水之乐，得之心而寓之酒也。

若夫日出而林霏开，云归而岩穴暝，晦明变化者，山间之朝暮也。

野芳发而幽香，佳木秀而繁阴，风霜高洁，水落而石出者，山间之四时也。

朝而往，暮而归，四时之景不同，而乐亦无穷也。

至于负者歌于途，行者休于树，前者呼，后者应，伛偻提携，往来而不绝者，滁人游也。

临溪而渔，溪深而鱼肥；酿泉为酒，泉香而酒冽；山肴野蔌，杂然而前陈者，太守宴也。

宴酣之乐，非丝非竹，射者中，弈者胜，觥筹交错，坐起而喧哗者，众宾欢也。

苍然白发，颓然乎其中者，太守醉也。

已而夕阳在山，人影散乱，太守归而宾客从也。

树林阴翳，鸣声上下，游人去而禽鸟乐也。

然而禽鸟知山林之乐，而不知人之乐；人知从太守游而乐，而不知太守之乐其乐也。

醉能同其乐，醒能述以文者，太守也。

太守谓谁？

庐陵欧阳修也。

TheRoadsideHutoftheOldDrunkard

OuyangXiu

TheDistrictofChuisenclosedallaroundbyhills,ofwhichthoseinthesouthwestboastthemostlovelyforestsanddales.Inthedistance,denselywoodedandpossessedofaruggedbeauty,isMt.Langya.Whenyoupenetrateamileortwointothismountainyoubegintohearthegurglingofastream,andpresentlythestream—theBrewer'sSpring—comesintosightcascadingbetweentwopeaks.Roundingabendyouseeahutwithaspreadingroofbythestream,andthisistheRoadsideHutoftheOldDrunkard.ThishutwasbuiltbythemonkZhixian.Itwasgivenitsnamebythegovernor,referringtohimself.Thegovernor,comingherewithhisfriends,oftengetstipsyafteralittledrinking;andsinceheisthemostadvancedinyears,hecallshimselftheOldDrunkard.Hedelightslessindrinkingthaninthehillsandstreams,takingpleasureinthemandexpressingthefeelinginhisheartthroughdrinking.

Nowatdawnandduskinthismountaincomethechangesbetweenlightanddarkness:

whenthesunemerges,themistywoodsbecomeclear;whenthecloudshanglow,thegrottoesarewrappedingloom.Theninthecourseofthefourseasons,Youfindwildflowersburgeoningandbloomingwithasecretfragrance,thestatelytreesputontheirmantleofleavesandgiveagoodlyshade,untilwindandfrosttouchallwithausterity,thewatersinkslowandtherocksatthebottomofthestreamemerge.Amangoingthereinthemorningandreturningintheeveningduringthechangingpageantoftheseasonscanderiveendlesspleasurefromtheplace.

Andthelocalpeoplemaybeseenmakingtheirwaythereandbackinanendlessstream,theoldandinfirmaswellasinfantsinarms,mencarryingburdenswhosingastheygo,passersbystoppingtorestbeneaththetrees,thoseinfrontcallingoutandthosebehindanswering.Therethegovernorgivesafeastwithavarietyofdishesbeforehim,mostlywildvegetablesandmountainproduce.Thefisharefreshlycaughtfromthestream,andsincethestreamisdeepandthefisharefat;thewineisbrewedwithspringwater,andsincethespringissweetthewineissuperb.Theretheyfeastanddrinkmerrilywithnoaccompanimentofstringsorflutes;whensomeonewinsagameoftouhuorchess,whentheymarkuptheirscoresindrinkinggamestogether,orraiseacheerfuldinsittingorstanding,itcanbeseenthattheguestsareenjoyingthemselves.Theelderlymanwithwhitehairinthemiddle,whositsutterlyrelaxedandathisease,isthegovernor,alreadyhalfdrunk.

Thenthesunsinkstowardsthehills,men'sshadowsbeginstoflitaboutandscatter;andnowthegovernorleaves,followedbyhisguests.Intheshadeofthewoodsbirdschirpaboveandbelow,showingthatthemenhavegoneandthebirdsareatpeace.Butalthoughthebirdsenjoythehillsandforests,theycannotunderstandthemen'spleasureinthem;andalthoughmenenjoyaccompanyingthegovernorthere,theycannotunderstandhispleasureeither.Thegovernorisabletosharehisenjoymentwithotherswhenheisinhiscups,andsoberagaincanwriteanessayaboutit.Whoisthisgovernor?

OuyangXiuofLuling.

（杨宪益、戴乃迭译）

TheStoryoftheOldDrunkardTower

Ou-yangHsiu

TheprefectureofChuissurroundedwithhillsonallsides.Thewoodedravinesofthesouth-westpeaksareparticularlybeautiful.Lo,thereisLangYaHillshroudedindeep,luxuriantblue.Afterafewmiles'walkinthemountains,themurmurofastreamwillgraduallycomewithinhearing—thatistheBrewingFountainpouringdownbetweentwopeaks.Byturningroundthepeakalongabendingpaththereappearsatowerstandinglikeaperchingbirdabovethefountain—thatistheOldDrunkardTower.Whobuiltthetower?

ABuddhistmonk,theWiseImmortal.Whogaveitthename?

ThePrefectreferstohimself.ThePrefectcomestodrinkherewithhisguests.Onlyalittledrinkingwillmakehimdrunk;andbeingtheeldesthethereforecallshimselftheolddrunkard.Theolddrunkardisnotinterestedinthewine,butinthehillsandrivers.Thejoyofhillsandrivers,foundintheheart,minglesitselfwiththewine.

Toillustrate,thesunrisedispersingthemistsoverthewoods,andthereturnofcloudsdimmingthecavesbelowtherocks—thisisthealterationoflightandshade,whichrepresentsthemorningandeveninginthemountains.Sweetsmellemittingfromthefreshwildgrass;luxuriantshadesmadebythefinetrees;thehigh,clearskies,windyandfrosty;rocksstandingoutofrecedingwater—thesearethechangesofthefourseasonsinthemountains.Goingoutinthemorningandcomingbackintheevening,onefindseachofthefourseasonshasitsdifferentscenery,andthepleasureisinexhaustible.

Asforthecarriersontheroad,thewayfarerstakingrestunderthetrees,someshoutingaheadandsomescorebehind,andothersbentwithburdensgoingtoandfrowithoutabreak—thesearevisitorsfromChuitself.Toangleatthestreamwherethestreamisdeepandthefishesarefat;tobrewthefountainwaterintowinewherethewaterisdeliciousandthewineisclear;andwithmountaingameandwildvegetableplacedbeforehiminaconfusedmanner—thatisthePrefectatbanquet.Thepleasureofrevelryismusicneitherofstring,noofbamboo.Theshootershittingthemarks;thechess-playersscoringvictory;winecupsandcountersmixedtogether;andpeoplesittingdownandrisingupwithmuchnoise—theguestsarehappyandmerry.Andamidstthecrowdamanwithasallowfaceandwhitehair,beinghardlyabletostandfirm—thatisthePrefectmadedrunk.

Soonthesuntouchingthemountain,andtheshadowsofmenbeingscatteredinconfusion—thePrefect,followedbyhisguests,isgoingback.Intheshadesofthegroveswarblingisheardupanddown—thebirdsareenjoyingthemselvesafterthedepartureofthevisitors.Thebirdsenjoymountainsandwoods,butunderstandnotthepleasureofmen;andmenenjoythepleasureoffollowingthePrefectinexcursion,buttheyknownotwhatpleasurethePrefectenjoys.Hewhosharestheirpleasuresindrunkenness,andwhenawakecanrelateitinwriting—thisisthePrefect.WhoisthePrefect?

—Ou-yangHsiuofLuLing.

（潘正英译）

ThePavilionoftheDrunkenOldMan

OuyangXiu

ChuZhouissurroundedwithmountains.Theforestsandvalleysonthesouthwestridgeareespeciallybeautiful.Lyinginthedistance,wherethetreesgrowluxuriantlyandgracefully,istheLangyaMountain.Sixorsevenliupthemountainpath,agurglingsoundgrowsclearerandclearer.Itisfromaspringthatfallsbetweentwomountains.ThespringiscalledtheWine-MakingSpring.Thepathturnsandtwistsalongthemountainridge,andabovethespringrestsapavilionperchingaloftlikeabirdwithwingsoutstretched.ThisisthePavilionoftheDrunkenOldMan.Whobuiltthispavilion?

MonkZhixian,wholivedinthemountain.Andwhofurnisheditwiththatname?

Itwastheprefect,whonameditafterhisownalias.Theprefectoftencomesheretodrinkwinewithhisfriendsandheeasilygetstipsyafterafewcups.Beingoldestinageamonghiscompanions,hecallshimself"thedrunkenoldman".Thedrinker'sheartisnotinthecup,butinthemountainsandwaters.Thejoyhegetsfromthemistreasuredintheheart,andnowandthenhewillexpressitthroughwine-drinking.

Inthemorning,therisingsundispersestheforestmists,andintheevening,thegatheringcloudsdarkenthecavesandvalleys.Thisshiftingfromlighttodarknessismorningandeveninginthemountains.Inspring,bloomingflowerssendforthadelicatefragrance;insummer,theflourishingtreesafforddeepshades;inautumn,theskyishighandcrisp,andthefrost,snowywhite;inwinter,thewaterofthecreekrecedesandthebarebedrockemerges.Thesearethemountainscenesinthefourseasons.Goingtothemountaininthemorningandreturninghomeintheeveningandenjoyingthebeautiesofthemountainindifferentseasonsisadelightbeyonddescription!

Carriersaresingingallalongtheway,andpedestriansaretakingrestbeneaththetrees.Someareshoutingfromtheforeandareansweredbyothersfrombehind.Therearehunchbackedoldfolks,andchildrenledbytheirelders.TheyarepeoplefromChuzhouwhohavecomehereinanendlessstream.Somearefishingbythecreekwherethewaterisdeepandthefisharebig.Thewateritselfisfaintlyscentedandthewinebrewedfromitiscrystalclear.Upontheprefect'sbanquettableisasundrylayerofdishes,includingthemeatofwildbeastsandtheflavoringsofediblemountainherbs.Thejoyofthefeastliesnotinthemusicalaccompanimentofstringsorflutes,butinwinningthegames,suchasthrowingarrowsintothevessel,orchessplaying.Winecupsandgamblingchipslayscatteredinblithedisarray.Therevelers,nowsitting,nowstanding,cavortmadlyamongthemselves.Thesearetheprefect'sguests,andtheoldmanwithwizenedfaceandwhitehairamongthem,whoishalfdrunk,isnoneotherthantheprefecthimself.

Asduskfalls,oneseesshiftingshadowsscatteringinalldirections.Theprefectisleavingforhome,andhisguestsarefollowinghim.Theshadowsofthetreesaredeepening,andbirdsarechirpinghighandlow.Thepeopleare