笔译曹植《洛神赋》英译

彼何人斯？若此之艳也！”御者对曰：“臣闻河洛之神，名曰宓妃。然则君王所见，

< br>无乃日乎？其状若何？臣愿闻之。”

余告之曰：“其形也，翩若惊鸿，婉若游龙。荣曜秋菊，华茂春松。仿佛兮若轻云之

蔽月，飘飘兮若流风之回雪。远而望之，皎若太阳升朝霞；迫而察之，灼若芙蕖出渌

波。襛纤得衷，修短合度。肩若削成，腰如约素。延颈秀项，皓质呈露。芳泽无加，

铅华 弗御。云髻峨峨，修眉联娟。丹唇外朗，皓齿内鲜，明眸善睐，靥辅承权。瑰姿

艳逸，仪 静体闲。柔情绰态，媚于语言。奇服旷世，骨像应图。披罗衣之璀粲兮，珥

瑶碧之华琚。 戴金翠之首饰，缀明珠以耀躯。践远游之文履，曳雾绡之轻裾。微幽兰

之芳蔼兮，步踟蹰 于山隅。于是忽焉纵体，以遨以嬉。左倚采旄，右荫桂旗。壤皓腕

于神浒兮，采湍濑之玄 芝。

余情悦其淑美兮，心振荡而不 怡。无良媒以接欢兮，托微波而通辞。愿诚素之先达兮，

解玉佩以要之。嗟佳人之信修， 羌习礼而明诗。抗琼珶以和余兮，指潜渊而为期。执

眷眷之款实兮，惧斯灵之我欺。感交 甫之弃言兮，怅犹豫而狐疑。收和颜而静志兮，

申礼防以自持。……

The Goddess of the Luo

Cao Zhi

In the third year of the Huangchu (1) era, I attended court at the capital and then

crossed the Luo River (2) to begin my journey home. Men in olden times used to say

that the goddess of the river is named Fufei. Inspired by the example of Song Yu,

who described a goddess to the king of Chu, I eventually composed a fu which read:

Leaving the capital

To return to my fief in the east,

Yi Barrier at my back,

Up over Huanyuan,

Passing through Tong Valley,

Crossing Mount Jing;

The sun had already dipped in the west,

The carriage unsteady, the horses fatigued,

And so I halted my rig in the spikenard marshes,

Grazed my team of our at Lichen Fields (3),

Idling a while by Willow Wood (4),

Letting my eyes wander over the Luo.

Then my mood seemed to change, my spirit grew restless;

Suddenly my thoughts had scattered.

I looked down, hardly noticing what was there,

Looked up to see a different sight,

To spy a lovely lady by the slopes of the riverbank.

I took hold of the coachman's arm and asked: ―Can you see her? Who could she be

–

a woman so beautiful!‖

The coachmen replied: ―I have heard of the goddess of the River Luo, Whose name

is Fufei. What you see, my prince

—

is it not she? But what does she look like? I beg

you to tell me!

And I answered:

Her body soars lightly like a startled swan,

Gracefully, like a dragon in flight,

In splendor brighter than the autumn chrysanthemum,

In bloom more flourishing than the pine in spring;

Dim as the moon mantled in filmy clouds,

Restless as snow whirled by the driving wind.

Gaze far off from a distance;

She sparkles like the sun rising from morning mists;

Press closer to examine:

She flames like the lotus flower topping the green wave.

In her a balance is struck between plump and frail.

A measured accord between diminutive and tall,

With shoulders shaped as if by carving,

Waist narrow as though bound with white cords;

At her slim throat and curving neck

The pale flesh lies open to view,

No scented ointments overlaying it,

No coat of leaden powder applied.

Cloud-bank coiffure rising steeply,

Long eyebrows delicately arched,

Red lips that shed their light abroad,

White teeth gleaming within,

Bright eyes skilled at glances,

A dimple to round off the base of the cheek

—

Her rare form wonderfully enchanting,