杜甫·《忆幼子》英译

骥子春犹隔，莺歌暖正繁。

别离惊节换，聪慧与谁论。

涧水空山道，柴门老树村。

忆渠愁只睡，炙背俯晴轩。

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Thinking of My Little Boy

Du Fu

Pony Boy—spring and you’re still far away;

warblers sing, so many in this warmth.

Parted, I’m startled at how the season change.

My bright boy, with whom is he discoursing?

Valley Stream, a road over empty hills,

rustic gate, village of old trees—

Thinking of you, sorrowing, all I do is doze,

back to the sun, hunched over on the bright veranda.