The full text and translation of Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

Song of Eternal Sorrow: The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, looking for it, but never found it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her. However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace. It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. The son could do nothing to help Jiao, when the first emperor noticed her and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing. He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person. The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family. When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feathers. The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate. People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky. He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves. The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? . Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration. People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness. There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy. She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose. A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy. However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together. She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Translation:

Tang lewd, looking for beautiful women all day long; After years of running the country, I can't find a satisfactory one. Yang grew up with her daughter, very delicate and charming; Growing up in a boudoir, outsiders don't know that she is absolutely beautiful. Natural beauty is hard to give up for a long time; One day, she was chosen as the concubine beside the emperor.

She looked back and smiled, all kinds of charm; All the concubines in the Sixth Palace are eclipsed. It was chilly in spring, and the emperor bathed her in Huaqingchi. Hot springs are wet, washing fatty muscles. The maid held her, as soft and graceful as water lotus; When I was first nourished by the favor of the emperor, it was so charming. The sideburns are like clouds, the face is like a flower, and the head is wearing a golden step; In the hibiscus account, the spring night is warm with the emperor.

Love spring night and hate too short, sleep until sunrise; The king loved his children so much that he never went to court again. Take the pleasure of serving you and accompany you all day; Spring is dedicated to the night of spring outing, and neither of them can live without it. There are three thousand concubines in the harem, all of whom are as beautiful as goddesses; Three thousand beauties are not tempted, and the emperor only dotes on her.

Gillian's golden house is hidden and charming, and she is inseparable every night; There was a wine feast on the Jade Tower, and Chun Qing was drunk. Sisters seal wives, brothers seal ministers, and fiefs are rewarded; The glory of the Yang family is enviable and desirable. Parents in the world have changed their wishes; Everyone looks at the boy who committed suicide and just wants to have a little daughter. Huaqing Palace is at the northern foot of Mount Li, and Yuqiong Tower is towering into the sky. The breeze blows through Yue Xian and can be smelled in all directions.

Light songs and slow dances are more in tune, and the orchestral melody is vivid; Kings watch all day long and have endless desires. Suddenly, drums were beating loudly in Yuyang, shaking the palace. Surprise the dancing geisha and stop playing with colorful feathers. Nine Pagodas Palace, fire and smoke; Thousands of troops escorted the king to the southwest.

Cui Hua Qilong shook all the way, and the team stopped and went; Hundreds of miles out of Beijing to the west, came to Mawei Pavilion. Long and Yu, the Sixth Army had to leave; The lingering beauty finally lost her life in front of the horse. The ornaments on the imperial concubine's head were scattered all over the floor, and no one cared; A green and white Hosta and a golden bird, precious headdresses one after another. The king's love could not be redeemed, so he hid his face and wept into tears.

Look back at this horror, blood and tears. The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, and the loess dust has disappeared; The loop twists and turns through the plank road, and the team climbs the sword gate. Mount Emei is a dangerous road, the Shu road is difficult to travel, and few people walk; The flag is dark and the sun is light and near dusk. The vast Shu River is green, and the majestic Shu Mountain is green; The Lord grieves for the noble lady and loves the old feelings day and night.

I always feel sad when I see the moonlight in the palace; Smell the bell in the night rain, and make a sad rain bell. Upside down, draw, the king drove back to Beijing; At the ponytail, I hesitated and could not bear to leave the heartbroken man. Under the steep hillside, in the desolate loess grave, the beauty's face can no longer be seen, only her grave is on the ground.

You look at me, I look at you, I look at you with tears; Dongwangjing was sad and let the horse go home. Looking back at Chang 'an Palace, the Lotus Pond Garden remains the same; Hibiscus in Taiye Pool, weeping willows in Weiyang Palace. Lotus is like her face, willow is like her eyebrows; How can you not think about people when you see things? I can't help but drop my eyes when I touch the scenery. Spring breeze blows away peach blossoms and plum blossoms, which makes people sad; Autumn rain drops on the plane blades, and the scene is even more miserable.

Xingqing Palace and Ganlutang are autumn grasses. The fallen leaves in the palace are full of steps and have not been swept for a long time. At that time, the disciples of Liyuan were all new white hair; After the maid-in-waiting official, the beauty retired and the person was old. At night, fireflies fly in the palace, their thoughts are depressed and their hearts are at a loss; I missed you all night and couldn't sleep. I picked up all the rushes.

Counting the delayed bells and drums, the more you count, the longer the night feels; Look up at the stars until dawn in the east. Cold mandarin duck tiles, covered with frost; Who will stab the jade quilt with cold with the emperor? Where are you going? It's been a year. Where is the soul of beauty? Why don't you dream? A famous Taoist priest in Sichuan is visiting Chang 'an. You can attract the soul of the imperial concubine with pious Taoism.

Missing each other is painful, which makes people feel sympathy for the king; Just ask the alchemist to work hard and look for it diligently. Take the cloud into the air, moving like lightning; Seek heaven and earth, seek heaven and earth. Searched the whole blue sky, searched the whole grave; The sky is vast and gloomy, and I haven't seen it everywhere yet.

Suddenly, I heard that there is Fairy Mountain and Penglai Mountain in the East China Sea. The fairy mountain stands in the clouds, and the clouds come and go. Exquisitely carved towers and pavilions supported by colorful auspicious clouds; There are countless fairies, all of which are graceful. Among the thousands of beautiful fairies in Qian Qian, one is called Taizhen; The skin is as beautiful as snow, as if it is the person you are looking for.

The alchemist knocked into the white jade gate in the west wing of Que; He entrusted Xiaoyu, the maid, to inform Shuangcheng. Suddenly I heard the announcement that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty sent an envoy. Jiu Hua's narrative is such a fairy tale that he was shocked in a deep dream. Push open the sleeping pillow and take the coat, get up in a hurry and wander around; Pearl calligraphy gold and silver screen all the way. Wu's beard was half cocked, as if he had just woken up; Ignoring the uneven corolla, he hurried downstairs to the hall.

The breeze blows the sleeves and the footsteps flutter gently; Just like dancing in the palace. Lonely and sad face, tears scattered everywhere; Just like a pear with rain after a new rain in spring. He gazed at the emperor's envoy with deep affection and thanked the king deeply: I haven't heard anything from him after a long separation on Mawei Slope.

The love in Zhaoyang Temple has long been cut off; Penglai Palace has a medium time, and the fairyland is faint and eternal. Looking back and looking down, rolling yellow dust covers the world; I saw layers of dust and fog, but I couldn't see it in Chang' an, Kyoto. Just send a token of my love; Send you a box of gold hairpin, which may comfort the king; I'll keep half the gold hairpin and one silver hairpin. Break the gold hairpin and divide the cymbals, and each person will receive half.

I hope our hearts are as strong as hair clips; Whether in heaven or on earth, we will meet one day; Courtesy bid farewell to the alchemist and sent a message to the king's expression. There is an oath in the news, and only they know it. On the night of July 7 that year, we met in the hall of eternal life.

In the middle of the night, no one whispered to each other. Both of them swore to the sky: In the sky, we would like to be a bird in Qi Fei; On the ground, we are willing to never part branches. Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end; It's just that this life-and-death feud will never end

Extended data:

Bai Juyi (772-846), a native of Xinzheng, Henan Province, was born in Taiyuan, Lotte, Xiangshan, and drunk. He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty.

Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they called the world "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu". Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, various forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan.

Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on.

References:

Baidu encyclopedia-Bai Juyi