Du Fu's Climbing On High 風急天高猿嘯哀 渚清沙白鳥飛迴 Poem by Frank Yue

- Translated by Frank C Yue

The wind gusting in the skies high and wide,
While sadly the gibbons cry;
The clear water flows over the sandbars white,
Flocks of seagulls circling in flight.
The boundless deciduous trees
Gloomily, gloomily their leaves a-shredding;
The never-ending great Yangtze
Towards me keeps rolling, a-rolling.

When Autumn flings its Sorrow far and wide
Often I'm travelling from there to here;
Sick for many, many a year,
Alone, I climb the terrace high.
Life is unforgiving, grief and "not fine"-
My sideburns are now gray and frosty.
And I'm down, burdened by frailty,
Have just stopped having my cups of unfiltered wine.



(2013.09.28)


《登高》 唐 • 杜甫

風急天高猿嘯哀，渚清沙白鳥飛回。
無邊落木蕭蕭下，不盡長江滾滾來。
萬里悲秋常作客，百年多病獨登台。
艱難苦恨繁霜鬢，潦倒新停濁酒杯。


《登高》唐 • 杜甫

风急天高猿啸哀，渚清沙白鸟飞回。
无边落木萧萧下，不尽长江滚滚来。
万里悲秋常作客，百年多病独登台。
艰难苦恨繁霜鬓，潦倒新停浊酒杯。