Translate the full text of the Song of Everlasting Sorrow

Answer 1

Song of Everlasting Regret was written by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The original text and translation are as follows:

** I. Original text **
The emperor of the Han Dynasty valued beauty and wanted to destroy the country. He had been in the imperial palace for many years and could not find it. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up and was raised in a boudoir. No one knew her. A natural beauty is hard to give up, and once she is chosen to be beside the king. Looking back at her, she smiled and gave birth to a hundred beauties. The six palaces had no color. In the cold spring, he was given a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water flowed smoothly to wash the coagulated fat. The servant helped her up, but she was too weak to do so. This was the time when she had just received grace. Cloud hair, flowers, gold steps shake, hibiscus tent warm spring night. Spring nights are short and the sun rises high. From then on, kings don't go to court early. There is no leisure time to entertain guests, spring from spring outing night to night. There were 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 people were doted on. In the golden house she make-up into a delicate servant at night, in the jade tower banquet drunk and spring. Sisters and brothers are listed in the land, and the poor glory is born in the door. Therefore, the hearts of parents in the world are not born again, but born again. Li Palace high into the blue clouds, fairy music blowing everywhere. Slow singing and slow dancing, condensed silk and bamboo, all day long the king can not see enough. The drums of the fisherman's sun shook the earth, breaking the song of the rainbow dress and feather dress. Smoke and dust rose from the nine watchtowers, and thousands of chariots and horses marched southwest. Cuihua swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate. The six armies could not do anything but turn around and die in front of their horses. The mother-of-pearl fell to the ground and no one collected it, and the jade hairpin was decorated with golden sparrows. The king covered his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw blood and tears flowing. The yellow dust scattered in the wind, and the cloud stack lingered on the Sword Pavilion. At the foot of Mount Emei, few people walked. The flags were dim and the sun was thin. The water of the Shu River is green and green, and the mountains are green. The Lord is in love day and night. The palace saw the moon sad face, night rain heard the sound of the bell heartbroken. Heaven and earth spin back to the dragon ride, here hesitant can not go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei Slope, I can't see where Yuyan died. The monarch and his subjects looked at each other and wiped their clothes. They looked east at the capital gate and rode back. Return to the pool garden is still the same, too liquid lotus Weiyang willow. Hibiscus like face, willow like eyebrows, how can this not shed tears? Peach and plum flowers bloomed in the spring breeze at night, and the leaves of the parasol tree fell in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves on the steps are red and not swept away. The disciples of the pear garden have new white hair, and the green E of the supervisor of the pepper house is old. In the evening hall fireflies fly and think quietly, and the lonely lamp is lit up, but I can't sleep. Bells and drums have been playing for a long time, and the stars are shining in the sky. Mandarin duck tile cold frost heavy, jade quilt cold who to share. Long life and death have been separated for many years, and the soul has never come to dream. Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu guest, can use sincerity to attract the soul. In order to move the king's wandering thoughts, he taught the alchemist to look for it diligently. Empty the sky, control the qi, run like lightning, ascend to the sky, enter the earth, search everywhere. Up to the blue sky and down to the underworld, the two places are vast and invisible. Suddenly I heard that there was an immortal mountain on the sea. The mountain was in the air. The pavilion is exquisite and beautiful, and there are many fairies in it. Among them, there was a man named Taizhen, with snow-white skin and beautiful appearance. Jin Que West Chamber knocked on the jade door, turned to teach Xiaoyu to report double success. I heard that the emperor of the Han Dynasty sent an envoy. I dreamed in Jiuhua account that my soul was frightened. Pulling up his clothes and pushing his pillow, he stood up and paced back and forth, and the pearl chaff and silver screen spread out. His hair was half-clouded, and he had just gone to bed. The crown of his flower was not neat. The wind blew the fairy's sleeves and fluttered them, just like the dance of colorful clothes. Her face was pale and lonely, and her tears dried up. A pear flower in spring brought rain. I look at the king with affection, and the sound and appearance of parting are vague. In Zhaoyang Hall, love is cut off, and the sun and moon in Penglai Palace are long. Looking back down at the world, I saw no dust in Chang 'an. I only want to show my deep feelings with old things, and the hairpin is broken with gold and divided into mother-of-pearl. As long as the heart is as strong as gold, heaven and earth will meet. Parting diligent re-sent words, words have vowed to know both hearts. On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Temple of Immortals, when no one was whispering in the middle of the night. In heaven, I wish to be a pair of lovebirds, on earth, I wish to be a pair of branches. As long as the world lasts, there will be an end to it, and this regret will never end.

** 2. Translate **
Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty was fond of beautiful women. After becoming emperor, he had been looking for beautiful women for many years, but he had never been able to do so. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up. She was raised in a boudoir and no one had ever seen her appearance. Her natural beauty made it difficult for her to be buried. Finally, one day, she was chosen to be by the emperor's side. When she turned around and smiled, she gave off all kinds of charm, causing the many concubines in the harem to pale in comparison. In the cold of spring, the emperor gave her a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring flowed through her skin like condensed oil. When the maid helped her up, she was weak and weak. This was the time when she had just received the emperor's favor. Her hair was like dark clouds, her face was like a flower, and she wore a golden headband. She spent the night with the emperor in the warm hibiscus tent. The spring night was short. The sun rose high in the sky before he got up. From then on, the king no longer went to the morning court. She had no free time to entertain the emperor. When the emperor went out in spring, she accompanied him, and at night, she was the only one serving him. There were three thousand beauties in the harem, and the emperor had concentrated all three thousand of his love on her. After carefully dressing up in the golden house, she accompanied the emperor for the night. After the banquet in the jade building, she was drunk with spring. Her brothers and sisters were all rewarded, and the Yang family's splendor was enviable. As a result, all parents in the world no longer valued boys and hoped to have girls. The palace on Mount Li towered high into the clouds, and immortal music could be heard everywhere. The emperor could not get enough of the soothing singing and slow dance accompanied by the orchestral instruments. The Yuyang rebel army beat their war drums, which shook the sky and earth, breaking the Rainbow Feathers Song played in the palace. The capital was filled with smoke and dust. The emperor fled southwest with many chariots and horses. The emperor's ceremonial flag swayed and stopped as it traveled more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The army refused to move forward, and the emperor was helpless. The beautiful Yang Guifei was hanged in front of the horse. The mother-of-pearl on her head fell to the ground and no one picked it up. There were also jade ornaments, gold sparrows, jade hair ornaments, and other accessories. The king covered his face and cried, but there was no way to save him. When he looked back, blood and tears mingled. The yellow dust filled the air and the wind blew. They climbed the Sword Pavilion through the winding boardwalk. There were very few people at the foot of Mount Emei. The flags were dim and the sun was yellow. The rivers of Shu were green, and Mount Shu was verdant. The king missed them day and night. When he saw the moon in the palace, he felt sad. At night, when he heard the rain and the bell, he felt heartbroken. When the situation turned for the better, the emperor's carriage returned. When he arrived at the place where Yang Guifei died, he hesitated. Concubine Yang's beautiful face could no longer be seen in the mud at the foot of Mawei Slope. The officials and ministers looked at each other, their clothes wet with tears. They slowly rode back to the capital. When he returned, he saw that the palace was still the same. The lotus flowers in the Supreme Liquid Pool and the willow trees in Weiyang Palace were still there. The lotus flowers were like her face, and the willow leaves were like her eyebrows. How could one not cry when they saw this? When the spring breeze blew the peach and plum blossoms, and the autumn rain knocked down the leaves of the parasol tree. The West Palace and the South Palace were full of autumn grass, and the fallen leaves piled up on the steps, but no one swept them away. The hair of the artists in the pear garden had turned white, and the female officials in the palace had also aged. At night, fireflies danced in the palace, and the king pondered quietly. He couldn't fall asleep even after picking up the wick of the lonely lamp. The bell and drum were slow. The long night had just begun, and the sky was about to brighten under the bright Milky Way. The mandarin duck tiles were covered with thick frost, and the emerald quilt was cold and lonely. Who could sleep with the king? It had been many years since they parted, but her soul had yet to enter the king's dream. There was a Taoist priest in Linqiong who lived in Chang 'an and could summon souls with his sincerity. Moved by the king's longing, the Taoist priest diligently went to search for the soul of the imperial concubine. He rode on the clouds and ran as fast as lightning, searching everywhere. He looked up to the end of the sky and down to the Yellow Springs, but he could not find a trace of either place. Suddenly, he heard that there was an immortal mountain on the sea. The immortal mountain was illusory. The pavilions on the mountain were exquisite and ingenious, surrounded by clouds and mist. Many beautiful fairies lived inside. One of them was a fairy named Taizhen. Her snow-like skin and flower-like appearance looked very much like Concubine Yang. The Taoist priest knocked on the jade door on the west side of the Golden Watchtower and asked Xiaoyu and Shuang Cheng to report. When Taizhen heard that the emissary of the Han Emperor had arrived, he woke up from his dream in the Jiuhua Tent. She put on her clothes, pushed the pillow, got up, and paced around. The beaded curtains and silver screens opened one by one. Yunfa had just woken up and came down with a messy corolla. The wind blew her sleeves gently, as if her clothes were dancing. Her beautiful face was filled with lonely tears, like a pear blossom in the spring rain. She gazed affectionately at the King of gratitude, and her voice and appearance had been faint since they parted. The love in Clear Sun Hall had been severed, and the years in Penglai Palace were long. She looked down at the human world, but she could not see Chang 'an, only dust and fog. He could only use the old things to express his deep feelings and split the golden hairpin into half. As long as our hearts are as firm as the golden hairpin, we will meet again even in heaven and earth. Before she left, she eagerly asked the Taoist priest to pass on her words. The oath in her words was only known to the two of them. On the 7th day of the 7th month, in the Longevity Palace, they whispered in the middle of the night when no one was around. In heaven, I wish to be a pair of birds flying together, and on earth, I wish to be a pair of branches growing together. Even if the world lasted forever, there would be an end, but this regret would never disappear.

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