陶渊明“归去来辞”的英文译文

Oh, home haste I! Why not return when fields and garden growing waste?
Myself have made my soul the slave of my form, why regret and grieve alone?
I realize that no bygones can be undone, but the future overtaken. I have,
indeed, gone astray not far, and feel myself right at present, wrong in
the past.

The boat rocketh lightly and floateth along; the breeze gently wafteth
and playeth upon my gown. I ask a passenger the way, for the dawn is odiously
grey; and at the sight of my old roofs afar, my pace quickens with joy.

The pages smile welcome; the children await me at door. Deserted are the
garden-paths, but yet alive the chrysanthemums and pines. Taking my youngest
I enter the room and see the cups overrun with wine. Holding the pot and
cup, I give myself a drink, and glancing at the boughs in yard, my smile
groweth broad.

On south window I loll with the content of proud freedom and know my humble
abode full of leisure and ease. Daily stroll in garden is my pleasure and
though the house hath a door, it is always shut.

Carrying a cane I wander about and raise my head at times to have a long
view. Aimlessly rise the idle clouds out of the dale and sensible of returning
are the birds from weary flight. The dim dusk will soon fade, but I linger
on inclining upon a lonely pine.

Oh, home haste I! Let me cease any acquaintance and have no more journey
abroad! Since the world and I have broken with each other, what I seek
for if I go round again?

With delight I enjoy the agreeable discourse of my family circle and indulge
in lute and books to banish my sorrow. When the peasants tell me that Spring
is come, I have something to do on the western farm.

Now I order a covered chaise and now take a single boat; sometimes far
up to explore a winding stream and sometimes to drive over rugged mounds.
The trees flourish and burst into leaf; the spring floweth in never-ceasing
gurgling.

I envy all the things in prosperity coinciding with seasons and feel my
life is nigh to its end. Be it so! How long yet can I keep my mortal form
in this world? Why not give up desires and leave them alone, and where
am I to go restlessly?

Riches and power are not my wish and God's paradise canth not be gained.
On fine days I am out alone for a walk or planting my cane to pluck weeds
and till ground. On the eastern fields I raise a merry long call, or by
a clear creek weave my verse. I am satisfied to live and die in natural
course, and happy with Heaven's will without doubts.,

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陶渊明

　　归去来兮！田园将芜胡不归？既自以心为形役，奚惆怅而独悲？悟已往之不谏，知来者之可追；实迷途其未远，觉今是而昨非。

　　舟摇摇以轻殇，风飘飘而吹衣。问征夫以前路，恨晨光之熹微。乃瞻衡宇，栽欣载奔。童仆欢迎，稚子候门。三径就荒，松菊尤存。携幼入室，有酒盈樽。引壶觞以自酌，眇庭柯以怡颜。倚南窗以寄傲，审容膝之易安。园日涉以成趣，门虽设而常关。策扶老以流憩，时翘首而遐观。云无心以出［山由］，鸟倦飞而知还。景翳翳以将入，抚孤松而盘桓。

　　归去来兮，请息交以绝游。世与我而相遗，复驾言兮焉求？悦亲戚之情话，乐琴书以消忧。农人告余以春兮，将有事乎西畴。或命巾车，或［木卓］孤舟。既窈窕以寻壑，亦崎岖而经丘。木欣欣以向荣，泉涓涓而始流。羡万物之得时，感吾生之行休。

　　已矣乎！寓形宇内复几时？何不委心任去留？胡为惶惶欲何之？富贵非吾愿，帝乡不可期。怀良辰以孤往，或执杖而耘耔。登东坳以舒啸，临清流而赋诗。聊乘化以归尽，乐夫天命复奚疑？