诗经·国风·卫风·氓

　　原文

　　氓之蚩蚩，抱布贸丝。匪来贸丝，来即我谋。送子涉淇，至于顿丘。匪我愆期，子无良媒。将子无怒，秋以为期。

　　乘彼垝垣，以望复关。不见复关，泣涕涟涟。既见复关，载笑载言。尔卜尔筮，体无咎言。以尔车来，以我贿迁。

　　桑之未落，其叶沃若。于嗟鸠兮!无食桑葚。于嗟女兮!无与士耽。士之耽兮，犹可说也。女之耽兮，不可说也。

　　桑之落矣，其黄而陨。自我徂尔，三岁食贫。淇水汤汤，渐车帷裳。女也不爽，士贰其行。士也罔极，二三其德。

　　三岁为妇，靡室劳矣。夙兴夜寐，靡有朝矣。言既遂矣，至于暴矣。兄弟不知，咥其笑矣。静言思之，躬自悼矣。

　　及尔偕老，老使我怨。淇则有岸，隰则有泮。总角之宴，言笑晏晏，信誓旦旦，不思其反。反是不思，亦已焉哉!

　　英文翻译

　　A Simple Fellow

　　A simple fellow, all smiles,

　　Brought cloth to exchange for thread,

　　Not in truth to buy thread

　　But to arrange about me.

　　I saw you across the Qi

　　As far as Dunqiu;

　　It was not I who wanted to put it off,

　　But you did not have a proper matchmaker.

　　I begged you not to be angry

　　And fixed autumn as the time.

　　I climbed the city wall

　　To watch for your return to the pass;

　　And when you did not come

　　My tears fell in floods;

　　Then I saw you come,

　　And how gaily I laughed and talked!

　　You consulted tortoise-shell and milfoil, (1)

　　And they showed nothing unlucky;

　　You came with your cart

　　And took me off with my dowry.

　　Before the mulberry sheds its leaves,

　　How green and fresh they are!

　　Ah, turtle-dove,

　　Do not eat the mulberries!

　　Ah, girls,

　　Do not take your pleasure with men!

　　A man can take pleasure

　　And get away with it,

　　But a girl

　　Will never get away with it.

　　The mulberry sheds its leaves

　　Yellow and sere;

　　After going to you

　　Three years I supped on poverty.

　　Deep are the waters of the Qi;

　　They wet the curtains as the carriage crossed,

　　I did no wrong,

　　You were the one to blame;

　　It was you who were faithless

　　And changed.

　　Three years I was your wife,

　　Never idle in your house,

　　Rising early and retiring late

　　Day after day.

　　All went smoothly

　　Till you turned rough;

　　And my brothers, not knowing,

　　Laughed and joked with me as before.

　　Alone, thinking over my fate,

　　I could only lament.

　　I had hoped to grow old with you,

　　Now the thought of old age grieves my heart.

　　The Qi has its shores,

　　The Shi its banks;

　　How happy we were, our hair in tufts, (2)

　　How fondly we talked and laughed,

　　How solemnly we swore to be true!

　　I must think no more of the past;

　　The past is done with —

　　Better let it end like this!