⬅️宋词 Ci Poems
dìng fēng bō
定风波
苏东坡
mò tīng chuān lín dǎ yè shēng,
莫听穿林打叶声，
héfáng yín xiào qiě xúxíng.
何妨吟啸且徐行。
zhú zhàng máng xié qīng shèng mǎ,
竹杖芒鞋轻胜马，
shéi pà?
谁怕？
yī suō yānyǔ rèn píngshēng.
一蓑烟雨任平生。
liàoqiào chūnfēng chuī jiǔ xǐng,
料峭春风吹酒醒，
wēi lěng,
微冷，
shāntóu xié zhào què xiāng yíng.
山头斜照却相迎。
huíshǒu xiàng lái xiāosè chù,
回首向来萧瑟处，
guī qù,
归去，
yě wú fēngyǔ yě wú qíng.
也无风雨也无晴。
To The Tune of Ding Feng Bo (Pacified The Storm)
Su Dongpo (1037-1101 AD)
(On the seventh day of March, we were caught in a rain on Shahu road. Servants with rain gear had left. My accompanies were in dismay. Only I didn't feel that way. After a while rain stopped. I composed this Ci poem.)
Don't mind rain tapping trees and whipping leaves,
Why not stroll in it chanting and singing.
Straw sandals and bamboo cane are lighter and better than a horse,
Who is afraid?
With a straw raincoat I can sustain the mist and rain of life.
The chilly spring breeze sober me up,
A bit cold,
On the top of mountain the setting sun is welcoming.
Looking back at the bleak mountain pass we survived,
Go back,
It's indifferent to me if it storms or shines.