Искусствоед
Du Fu
Night Thoughts Afloat
By bent grasses in a gentle wind
Under straight mast I’m alone tonight,
And the stars hang above the broad plain
But moon‘s afloat in this Great River:
Oh, where’s my name among the poets?
Official rank? “Retired for ill-health”
Drifting, drifting, what am I more than
A single gull between sky and earth?
Transl. by Arthur Cooper
Night Thoughts Afloat
By bent grasses in a gentle wind
Under straight mast I’m alone tonight,
And the stars hang above the broad plain
But moon‘s afloat in this Great River:
Oh, where’s my name among the poets?
Official rank? “Retired for ill-health”
Drifting, drifting, what am I more than
A single gull between sky and earth?
Transl. by Arthur Cooper