登楼
杜甫
花近高楼伤客心， 万方多难此登临。
锦江春色来天地， 玉垒浮云变古今。
北极朝庭终不改， 西山寇盗莫相侵。
可怜后主还祠庙， 日暮聊为梁父吟。
FROM AN UPPER STORY
Du Fu
Flowers, as high as my window, hurt the heart of a wanderer
For I see, from this high vantage, sadness everywhere.
The Silken River, bright with spring, floats between earth and heaven
Like a line of cloud by the Jade Peak, between ancient days and now.
...Though the State is established for a while as firm as the North Star
And bandits dare not venture from the western hills,
Yet sorry in the twilight for the woes of a longvanished Emperor,
I am singing the song his Premier sang when still unestranged from the mountain.
