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鄧麗君-但願人長久
《水调歌头》－ 苏轼
（丙辰中秋 欢饮达旦 大醉 作此篇 兼怀子由）
明月几时有？把酒问青天。
不知天上宫阙，今夕是何年？
我欲乘风归去，又恐琼楼玉宇，高处不胜寒。
起舞弄清影，何似在人间？
转朱阁，低绮户，照无眠。
不应有恨，何事长向别时圆？
人有悲欢离合，月有阴晴圆缺，此事古难全。
但愿人长久，千里共婵娟。
A Lyric by Su Shi
(On the mid-autumn night of Bing Chen year (1076), I quaffed my wine with gusto till dawn, intoxicated, thereby I wrote this lyric when thinking of my brother, Zi You.)
Sith when was that bright moon creat’d?
I raise my winecup and ask the sky blue...
What day be tonight in Heaven? I have no clue...
I’d fain ride winds to thy Jade Tower Great,
But fear it'd be too high and too cold.
I rise to tango with my shadow,
O! Is it still the mortal world I know?
Around my red chamber the moon moveth, I behold,
Thou alight’st on the gauzed window of mine
And shedd’st thy light on sleepless me.
Oh, thou shouldst have no grudge against any,
Yet wherefore when ones part dost thou fully shine?
Man will suffer and joy or part and reunite,
Alike the moon will wane and wax or rise and sink,
Such phenomena sith the days of yore, I bethink.
Have never ever betided perfectly right.
Tho’ parted, I wish all folks a life long and hale;
The beauteous moon all enjoy will ne'er avale.
Tr. Wangyu
*Once again inspired by so many a superb version, I give it a try for fun as well...^_^
许渊冲先生译作
How long will the full moon appear?
Wine cup in hand, I ask the sky.
I do not know what time of the year
’Twould be tonight in the palace on high.
Riding the wind, there I would fly,
Yet I’m afraid the crystalline palace would be
Too high and cold for me.
I rise and dance, with my shadow I play.
On high as on earth, would it be as gay?
The moon goes round the mansions red
Through gauze-draped window soft to shed
Her light upon the sleepless bed.
Why then when people part, is the oft full and bright?
Men have sorrow and joy; they part or meet again;
The moon is bright or dim and she may wax or wane.
There has been nothing perfect since the olden days.
So let us wish that man
Will live long as he can!
Though miles apart, we’ll share the beauty she displays.
林语堂先生译作：
How rare the moon, so round and clear!
With cup in hand, I ask of the blue sky,
"I do not know in the celestial sphere
What name this festive night goes by?"
I want to fly home, riding the air,
But fear the ethereal cold up there,
The jade and crystal mansions are so high!
Dancing to my shadow,
I feel no longer the mortal tie.
She rounds the vermilion tower,
Stoops to silk-pad doors,
Shines on those who sleepless lie.
Why does she, bearing us no grudge,
Shine upon our parting, reunion deny?
But rare is perfect happiness--
The moon does wax, the moon does wane,
And so men meet and say goodbye.
I only pray our life be long,
And our souls together heavenward fly!
（中国日报网英语点津 Helen 编辑）
如果我写了，一定献丑。