春望

國破山河在，城春草木深。
感時花濺淚，恨別鳥驚心。
峰火連三月，家書抵萬金。
白頭搔更短，渾欲不勝簪。



View in Spring
The state broken, its mountains and rivers remain,
the city turns spring, deep with plants and trees.
Stirred by the time, flowers, sprinkling tears,
hating parting, birds, alarm the heart.
Beacon fires stretch through three months,
a letter from family worth ten thousand in silver.
I’ve scratched my white hair even shorter,
pretty much to the point where it won’t hold a hatpin.

Stephen Owen、宇文所安