古诗的英文版哪里有?李白的＜夜思＞的英文版哪里找?

古诗的英文版哪里有?李白的＜夜思＞的英文版哪里找?
古诗的英文版哪里有?
李白的＜夜思＞的英文版哪里找?

古诗的英文版哪里有?李白的＜夜思＞的英文版哪里找?
静夜思
　　李白
　　床前明月光,疑是地上霜.
　　举头望明月,低头思故乡.
　　1).In the Still of the Night
　　I descry bright moonlight in front of my bed.
　　I suspect it to be hoary frost on the floor.
　　I watch the bright moon,as I tilt back my head.
　　I yearn,while stooping,for my homeland more.
　　（徐忠杰）
　　2).A Tranquil Night
　　Abed,I see a silver light,
　　I wonder if it‘s frost aground.
　　Looking up,I find the moon bright;
　　Bowing,in homesickness I‘m drowned.
　　(许渊冲译)
　　3).In the Quiet Night
　　So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed---
　　Could there have been a frost already?
　　Lifting my head to look,I found that it was moonlight.
　　Sinking back again,I thought suddenly of home.
　　(Tr.Witter Bynner)
　　4).Night Thoughts
　　I wake,and moonbeams play around my bed,
　　Glittering like hoar-frost to my wandering eyes;
　　Up towards the glorious moon I raise my head,
　　Then lay me down---and thoughts of home arise.
　　( Tr.Herbert A.Giles)
　　5).On a Quiet Night
　　I saw the moonlight before my couch,
　　And wondered if it were not the frost on the ground.
　　I raised my head and looked out on the mountain noon,
　　I bowed my head and though of my far-off home.
　　(TR.S.Obata)
　　6).The Moon Shines Everywhere
　　Seeing the moon before my couch so bright
　　I thought hoar frost had fallen from the night.
　　On her clear face I gaze with lifted eyes:
　　Then hide them full of Youth‘s sweet memories.
　　(Tr.W.J.B.Fletcher)
　　7).Night Thoughts
　　In front of my bed the moonlight is very bright.
　　I wonder if that can be frost on the floor?
　　I list up my head and look at the full noon,the dazzling moon.
　　I drop my head,and think of the home of old days.
　　(Tr.Amy Lowell)
　　8).Thoughts in a Tranquil Night
　　Athwart the bed
　　I watch the moonbeams cast a trail
　　So bright,so cold,so frail,
　　That for a space it gleams
　　Like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams.
　　I raise my head,-
　　The splendid moon I see:
　　Then droop my head,
　　And sink to dreams of thee -
　　My father land ,of thee!
　　(Tr.L.Cranmer-Byng)
　　9).Nostalgia
　　A splash of white on my bedroom floor.Hoarfrost?
　　I raise my eyes to the moon,the same noon.
　　As scenes long past come to mind,my eyes fall again on the splash of white,and my heart aches for home.