杜甫·《前出塞·其三》英译

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欲轻肠断声，心绪乱已久。

丈夫誓许国，愤惋复何有。

功名图骐驎，战骨当速朽。

Earlier March beyond the Frontier

Du Fu

III

Whetting my sword at a sobbing stream,

I see the water redden—my hand is hurt.

I would shut my ears to the mournful sound,

But my inward peace has long been disturbed.

Still, when a man has vowed to give his life for his country,

There’s no reason for bitterness or sorrow.

Let my portrait gain a place in the memorial hall,

But let my bones quickly crumble into dust!

（李惟建 译）