{"id":3477,"date":"2024-12-22T12:21:36","date_gmt":"2024-12-22T12:21:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/meumon.synology.me\/museu\/?p=3477"},"modified":"2025-01-17T10:54:49","modified_gmt":"2025-01-17T10:54:49","slug":"poesia-xinesa-dinastia-song","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/meumon.synology.me\/museu\/poesia-xinesa-dinastia-song\/","title":{"rendered":"Poesia xinesa. Dinastia Song"},"content":{"rendered":"

Literatura xinesa<\/a>\u00a0 Song<\/a><\/p>\n

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Xina Song 960-1279<\/h2>\n

2HAX2<\/a><\/p>\n

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Ouyang Xiu 1007 – 1072<\/h2>\n

To the Tune of “Spring in the Tower of Jade”<\/strong><\/p>\n

You’ve left and I don’t know if you’re near or far.
\nEverything I see is broken and dull.
\nThe farther you go, the fewer letters come.
\nWho can I ask? This river is so broad it drowns the fish.<\/p>\n

In deep night the wind beats the bamboo-it sounds like autumn,
\nten thousand leaves making a thousand cries of grief.
\nAlone on my pillow I search for dreams of you.
\nNo dream comes. I watch the lamp-guttering, out.<\/p>\n

Painting Eyebrows, to the Tune of “Pouring Out Deep Emotions”<\/strong><\/p>\n

A light frost on the curtain in early morning, she rolls it up,
\nand blows her hands warm, begins to paint her face new.
\nLonging for him, she draws her eyebrows long as distant mountains.
\nThinking about the past,
\nshe sighs over the flowing petals
\nand easily drops into grief.
\nShe almost sings, but stops herself.
\nShe almost smiles, then knits her brows.
\nIt’s enough to tear your heart.<\/p>\n

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HUANG TINGJIAN 1045-1105<\/h2>\n

SE FUE LA PRIMAVERA SEG\u00daN LA MELOD\u00cdA QINGPINGLE CI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se fue la primavera, solita,
\nsin dejar las huellas.
\nSi acaso alguien la encuentra,
\nd\u00edgale que retorne y no nos abandone.
\nPero \u00bfqui\u00e9n sabr\u00e1 su paradero?
\n\u00bfC\u00f3mo la voy a localizar?
\nS\u00f3lo puedo preguntar a los orioles,
\nque no hacen m\u00e1s que trinar y trinar.
\nCon el viento, vuelan sobre los rosales.<\/p>\n

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Nie Shenqiong ?<\/h2>\n

To the Tune of “Partridge Sky”<\/strong><\/p>\n

The jade feels tragic, the flowers grieve, because you’ve left Phoenix City.
\nWillow twigs are tender green under Lotus Tower.
\nWhen you raised a cup of wine I sang the “Song of Farewell at Yangguan”
\nthen walked how many miles in seeing you off.<\/p>\n

I’m looking for a good dream
\nbut a dream is hard to find.
\nDoes anyone know my feelings now?
\nMy tears fall on the pillow as the eaves drip on the steps.
\nSeparated by my window, we both drip until the dawn.<\/p>\n

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Zhu Shuzhen 1063 – 1106<\/h2>\n

Spring Complaint, to the Tune of “Magnolia Blossoms”<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Short Version)<\/p>\n

I walk alone, sit alone, sing alone,
\ndrink alone, and sleep alone.
\nStanding lone, my spirit hurts.
\nA light cold caresses me.<\/p>\n

Who can see how
\ntears have washed off half my makeup,
\nsorrow and sickness have joined hands,
\nhow I trim the lamp’s wick till it’s gone and dream still does not come?<\/p>\n

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Li Qingzhao 1084 – 1151<\/h2>\n

SEG\u00daN LA MELOD\u00cdA PRIMAVERA EN WULING Ci<\/strong><\/p>\n

El viento ya cesa.
\nFragante es la tierra,
\ncubierta de flores ca\u00eddas:
\nFin de la primavera.
\nLlega la noche.
\nMe da pereza
\nhasta peinarme.
\nLas cosas siguen como antes,
\npero \u00e9l ya no est\u00e1.
\nTodo ha terminado.
\nQuiero decir algo,
\nmas las l\u00e1grimas me lo impiden.<\/p>\n

Me han dicho que es bella la primavera
\nen el arroyo Suanchi.
\nPienso pasear por all\u00ed
\nen una barca ligera.
\nPero temo que, peque\u00f1a,
\nno pueda aguantar el peso
\nde tanta pena y tristeza.<\/p>\n

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\nYANG WANLI 1127-1206<\/h2>\n

PASANDO POR XIETAN EN BARCO<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vino excelso.
\nUna copa de vez en cuando.
\nLa cortina, que acaba de correrse,
\nse descorre nuevamente.
\nMonta\u00f1a preciosa.
\n\u00bfQui\u00e9n habr\u00e1 conocido
\nsus miles de pliegues?
\nMe los ofrece a la vista
\nahora, el sol poniente.<\/p>\n

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Hsin Txi-txi [XIN QIJI] 1140-1207<\/h2>\n

QUAN VAN TORNAR LES ORENETES<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fa un any, quan van tornar les orenetes,
\na la cambra brodada van fer niu. Del jard\u00ed
\ntreien fang i deixaven pols a l’arpa i als llibres que solies llegir.<\/p>\n

Prou han tornat enguany, per\u00f2 ning\u00fa no escolta la conversa que fan.
\nNo hi \u00e9s la qui al portal el paravent plegava;
\ni en el capvespre d’ambre la pluja cau, brillant.<\/p>\n

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

LO QUE SIGNIFICA LA TRISTEZA SEG\u00daN LA MELODIA CHOUNIUER Ci<\/strong><\/p>\n

De joven, yo no conoc\u00eda
\nlo que significaba tristeza.
\nEn busca de inspiraci\u00f3n,
\nsol\u00eda subir a las torres,
\npagodas y altos pabellones,
\ny lograba versos bien melanc\u00f3licos.<\/p>\n

Ahora que he experimentado y probado
\ntodos los sinsabores de la tristeza,
\nquiero expresarla, mas no puedo.
\nNo consigo decir sino:
\n\u00a1Qu\u00e9 fresco est\u00e1 el tiempo!
\nQu\u00e9 hermoso el oto\u00f1o!<\/p>\n

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WEN TIANXIANG 1263-1283<\/h2>\n

PASANDO POR EL MAR DE LA SOLEDAD<\/strong><\/p>\n

R\u00edos y monta\u00f1as patrias quebrantadas.
\nBriznas que se lleva el viento.
\nSoy una hoja de nen\u00fafar
\nque sobrenada en el agua,
\nazotada por las tormentas.<\/p>\n

En la Playa P\u00e1nico narramos
\nlos peligros que hemos vivido.
\nY en el Mar de la Soledad,
\nlamento lo solo que estoy.<\/p>\n

Todos, sin excepci\u00f3n, han de morir.
\nLo importante es dejar el coraz\u00f3n
\ncompletamente limpio y transparente
\nen el jade de una hoja de la historia.<\/p>\n

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Literatura xinesa\u00a0 Song Xina Song 960-1279 2HAX2 Ouyang Xiu 1007 – 1072 To the Tune of “Spring in the Tower of Jade” You’ve left and I don’t know if you’re near or far. Everything I see is broken and dull. The farther you go, the fewer letters come. Who can I ask? This river is … <\/p>\n

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