{"id":3466,"date":"2024-12-06T18:18:28","date_gmt":"2024-12-06T18:18:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/meumon.synology.me\/museu\/?p=3466"},"modified":"2024-12-22T12:58:59","modified_gmt":"2024-12-22T12:58:59","slug":"li-bai-poesia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/meumon.synology.me\/museu\/li-bai-poesia\/","title":{"rendered":"Li Bai. Poesia. 701-762"},"content":{"rendered":"

Literatura xinesa<\/a> Tang<\/a><\/p>\n

\n

ASSEGUT A LA MUNTANYA JINGTING<\/strong><\/p>\n

L’ocellada que s’enlaira
\ni un n\u00favol solitari sense pressa.
\nNo ens cansem de mirar-nos
\nla muntanya i jo.<\/p>\n

Zazen on Jingting Mountain<\/p>\n

The birds have vanished down the sky,
\nand now the last cloud drains away.
\nWe sit together, the mountain and me,
\nuntil only the mountain remains.<\/p>\n

\n

A…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Quan era ac\u00ed, la casa era florida;
\nara que \u00e9s lluny, nom\u00e9s el llit desert.
\nAi, cobrellit brodat! A la cambra, a l’eixida,
\nja fa tres anys, s’escampa un perfum que no es perd.<\/p>\n

L’aroma s’hi quedava, encara gerda,
\nper\u00f2 ella per sempre s’ha perdut.
\nLa tardor arriba, trista; fulles el vent s’ha endut.
\nI, blanca, la rosada brilla a la molsa verda.<\/p>\n

\n

LA MULLER ABANDONADA<\/strong><\/p>\n

En recordan\u00e7a meva conserva aquestes tres orenetes de jade.
\nEl dia de les noces van brillar-me al cabell.
\nFrega-les cada nit amb la m\u00e0niga clara.
\nI no pleguis mai m\u00e9s el cobrellit
\non em feies car\u00edcies; deixa que les aranyes
\nhi filin una xarxa de seda. Et vull pregar
\nque guardis el tros d’ambre
\non jo posava el cap a l’hora de la son.
\nPensar\u00e0s en tots dos si somniaves.<\/p>\n

Ad\u00e9u, amic, senyor! Cap riu no sol trobar
\nmai m\u00e9s la deu llunyana;
\nni cap rosa veureu
\ntornar a la seva branca.<\/p>\n

(Mari\u00e0 Manent, Com un n\u00favol lleuger)<\/p>\n

\n

PETITA FESTA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prenc un flasc\u00f3 de vi
\ni entre les flors bevia.
\nSom tres: la lluna, jo
\ni l’ombra que em seguia.
\nNo sap beure, per sort,
\nla lluna, bona amiga,
\ni a la meva ombra mai
\nla set no l’angunia.
\nQuan canto, veus ac\u00ed
\nla lluna que s’ho mira;
\nquan em poso a dansar,
\nl’ombra em fa companyia.
\nQuan s’acaba el fest\u00ed,
\nels convidats no em fugen:
\nveus ac\u00ed una tristor
\nque mai no l’he tinguda.
\nSi me’n torno al casal,
\nem segueix l’ombra muda,
\ni una mica m\u00e9s lluny
\nm’acompanya la lluna.<\/p>\n

(mmad)<\/p>\n

Drinking Alone by Moonlight<\/strong><\/p>\n

A pot of wine in the flower garden,
\nbut no friends drink with me.
\nSo I raise my cup to the bright moon
\nand to my shadow, which makes us three,
\nbut the moon won’t drink
\nand my shadow just creeps about my heels.
\nYet in your company, moon and shadow,
\nI have a wild time till spring dies out.
\nI sing and the moon shudders.
\nMy shadow staggers when I dance.
\nWe have our fun while I can stand
\nthen drift apart when I fall asleep.
\nLet’s share this empty journey often
\nand meet again in the milky river of stars.<\/p>\n

LIBACI\u00d3N SOLITARIA BAJO LA LUNA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rodeado de flores, bebo solo,
\nante una jarra de vino.
\nAlzo la copa y convido a la luna.
\nCon mi sombra, ahora somos tres.<\/p>\n

Aunque la luna no puede beber,
\ny mi sombra en vano me sigue,
\nlas tomo por compa\u00f1eras transitorias.
\n\u00a1Divirt\u00e1monos antes que pase la primavera!<\/p>\n

Canto, mientras la luna pasea.
\nBailo, mientras mi sombra vacila.
\nAntes de mi embriaguez nos solazamos juntos.
\nCuando estoy ebrio, se deshace nuestra compa\u00f1\u00eda.
\n\u00a1Oh, luna! \u00a1Oh, sombra!
\nSer\u00e9is mis inmortales amigas.
\nYa nos reuniremos alg\u00fan d\u00eda
\nen el cristalino mundo de las estrellas.<\/p>\n

\n

TU I JO<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jo s\u00f3c un presseguer, florint en mon rec\u00e9s.
\nAi, a qui somriuria en la nit freda?
\nEn l’aire, tu ets la lluna, entre els n\u00favols de seda:
\nm’has mirat una mica, i fuges sempre m\u00e9s.<\/p>\n

\n

Inscription for Summit Temple<\/strong><\/p>\n

About to sleep a night in Summit Temple
\nI raise my hand and touch the stars.
\nI have to whisper just to keep
\nfrom bothering people in heaven.<\/p>\n

\n

A Dream of Mountaineering<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Written when he was seventy)<\/p>\n

At night, in my dream, I stoutly climbed a mountain
\nGoing out alone with my staff of hollywood.
\nA thousand crags, a hundred hundred valleys-
\nIn my dream-journey none were unexplored
\nAnd all the while my feet never grew tired
\nAnd my step was as strong as in my young days.
\nCan it be that when the mind travels backward
\nThe body also returns to its old state?
\nAnd can it be, as between body and soul,
\nThat the body may languish, while the soul is still strong?
\nSoul and body-both are vanities;
\nDreaming and waking-both alike unreal.
\nIn the day my feet are palsied and tottering;
\nIn the night my steps go striding over the hills.
\nAs day and night are divided in equal parts-
\nBetween the two, I get as much as I lose.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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