《秋蝶》
白居易
秋花紫蒙蒙，秋蝶黄茸茸。
花低蝶新小，飞戏丛西东。
日暮凉风来，纷纷花落丛。
夜深白露冷，蝶已死丛中。
朝生夕俱死，气类各相从。
不见千年鹤，多栖百丈松。
Autumn Butterfly
Bai Juyi
A purple autumn flower,
a golden autumn butterfly;
the flower is a new blossom,
the butterfly just born,
flitting happily between one
flower and the next; then
at night, a cold wind comes
and the flower petals fall to
the ground, while among
them lies the little butterfly
now dead; in the daytime, both
were alive; come night, both
were dead; everything that lives
is the same; have you ever seen
a thousand year-old crane?
It is said they live only
on top of tall and ancient pines!
（Rewi Alley 译）
Autumn Butterflies
Po Chü-I
Blossoms a deep maroon haze, autumn
butterflies appear everywhere: teeming
yellow flecks, they hang from blossoms,
frolic in crowded flight east and west.
At nightfall, when the cold winds come,
a confusion of crowded blossoms falls,
and in the depths of night, dew ice-cold,
butterflies fill out the crowds of death.
It’s true of all things kindred in ch’i:
born this morning, dead tonight. No one
sees thousand-year immortality cranes:
they perch high in thousand-foot pines.
（David Hinton 译）
