剑
Sword
幽谷十春秋，
清泉映古松。
何当剑出鞘，
寒锋横长空。
In the serene valley I've passed ten years,
Old pines are mirrored in a clear stream.
When can I draw my sword without fears?
Across the vast sky it radiates cold beam.
译于2009年2月16日。
Ten years in serene dales have rolled by,
A clear stream mirrors the ancient pine.
When shall I wield sword across the sky
To let its sharp blade radiate cold shine?
译于2009年11月22日。
In the dell I've spent a decade,
The stream mirrors the olden pine.
When shall I draw out my sharp blade
To pierce the sky with its cold shine?
译于2012年3月5日。
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