杜甫·《画鹰》英译

素练风霜起，苍鹰画作殊。

?身思狡兔，侧目似愁胡。

绦镟光堪擿，轩楹势可呼。

何当击凡鸟，毛血洒平芜。

 

The Painted Hawk

Du Fu

 

Wind and frost swirl up from the white silk surface,

so superb, this painting of the gray hawk!

Shoulders hunched, he schemes to outwit the wily rabbit;

peers to one side like a vexed barbarian.

Foot cord and ring, a gleam bright enough to grasp;

by pillar and eaves, poised to come if you should call.

When will he swoop down on those lesser birds,

feathers and blood splattered over the barren plain?

 

（Burton Watson 译）

Painting of a Falcon

Du Fu

 

Wind and frost seem to rise

From the white silk of this

Grand painting of a falcon!

The bird stares as if to pounce

On a scurrying hare, and do

I see in its eye something

Of a fierce monkey?

Chain and ring seem to invite one

To put out a hand and free it

From the perch that seems so close;

I wish I could ask it attack

Those tiny singing birds, scattering

Their blood and feathers over

The grasslands around.

 

Rewi Alley 译