译文一： On the Height——Xu Yuanchong(许渊冲)
The wind so swift,the sky so wide,apes wail and cry;
Water so clear and beach so white,birds wheel and fly.
The boundless forest sheds its leaves shower by shower;
The endless river rolls its waves hour after hour.
A thousand miles from home,I’m grieved at autumn’s plight;
Ill now and then for years,alone I’m on this height.
Living in times so hard,at frosted hair I pine;
Cast down by poverty,I have to give up wine.
译文二：Climbing a Terrace——Yang Xianyi（杨宪益）
Wind blusters high in the sky and monkeys wail;
Clear the islet with white sand where birds are wheeling;
Everywhere the leaves fall rustling from the trees,
While on for ever rolls the turbulent Yangtze.
All around is autumnal gloom and I,long from home,
A prey all my life to ill heath,climb the terrace alone;
Hating the hardships which have frosted my hair,
Sad that illness has made me give up the solace of wine.
Du Fu
The sky was high and the wind was high, and the apes were very sad, and the white sand bank of the Qingqing River flew back at low altitude. The fallen leaves were scattered one after another, and the endless Yangtze River was surging and surging. In ten thousand miles as a guest and sad autumn, I often wander around and have a lifetime of illness and ascend to the high stage alone today. In times of hard life, hardship often hates temples as frosty and white, poor mental decay, and I give up drinking and stop drinking.
2：Urgently,day high ape howl sorrow ,clear
islet Shabai bird return to wind swiftly.
The boundless forest sheds its leaves
shower by shower ,the endless river rolls
its waves hour after hour.Ten thousands li
feels sad with the coming of autumn often
being a guest on ,much diseases mount a
platform alone for a century.Difficult
complicated bitter regret grey temples,is
frustrated stopping the unstrained wine or
liquor cup newly.追答
Du Fu
The wind so swift, the sky so wide, apes wail and cry;
Water so clear and beach so white, birds wheel and fly.
The boundless forest sheds its leaves shower by shower;
The endless river rolls its waves hour after hour,
A thousand miles from home, I’m grieved at autumn’s plight;
Ill now and then for years, alone I’m on this height,
Living in times so hard, at frosted hair I pine;
Cast down by poverty, I have to give up wine.