friday poetry blogging
Jul. 3rd, 2010 12:26 amBy the monk and poet Ryokan.
Translated by Steven Carter:
It's all I think of: of when I was young,
reading books in the empty temple hall
—refilling the lamp again and again with oil,
never lamenting the long winter night.
Or, in the original:
一思少年時
読書在空堂
灯火数添油
未厭冬夜長
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lnhammer points out that it's interesting that the second is in Chinese, which is interesting since Ryokan is Japanese. I don't know if it was originally written in Chinese, or if my source is a translation of a translation, but it is interesting.)
Translated by Steven Carter:
It's all I think of: of when I was young,
reading books in the empty temple hall
—refilling the lamp again and again with oil,
never lamenting the long winter night.
Or, in the original:
一思少年時
読書在空堂
灯火数添油
未厭冬夜長
(Edit:
lnhammer points out that it's interesting that the second is in Chinese, which is interesting since Ryokan is Japanese. I don't know if it was originally written in Chinese, or if my source is a translation of a translation, but it is interesting.)