龚自珍·《梦中作四截句》英译

黄金华发两飘萧，六九童心尚未消。

叱起海红帘底月，四厢花影怒于潮。

Rise!

Gong Zi-zhen

Little remains of my possessions; even my grizzled hair is getting scarce. But undying are my childhood aspirations, dreams of exploring heaven and earth.

An orange orb peeps in under the curtain. “Rise!” I thunder out. High rises the moon; and with it there rise from the blossoming shrubbery on all sides portentous shadows tumultuous as the tides.

（翁显良 译）