静夜思英文翻译

《静夜思》英文翻译：

Before my bed a pool of light.
Can it be hoarfrost on the ground?
Looking up, I find the moon bright;
Bowing, in homesickness I'm drowned.

原文：

静夜思

唐朝：李白

床前明月光，疑是地上霜。
举头望明月，低头思故乡。

释义：明亮的月光洒在窗户纸上，好像地上泛起了一层霜。我禁不住抬起头来，看那天窗外空中的一轮明月，不由得低头沉思，想起远方的家乡。

扩展资料：

静夜思创作背景：

《静夜思》是唐代诗人李白所作的一首五言古诗。此诗描写了秋日夜晚，诗人于屋内抬头望月的所感。诗中运用比喻、衬托等手法，表达客居思乡之情，语言清新朴素而韵味含蓄无穷，历来广为传诵。

李白的《静夜思》创作于唐玄宗开元十四年（726年）九月十五日的扬州旅舍，时李白26岁。同时同地所作的还有一首《秋夕旅怀》。在一个月明星稀的夜晚，诗人抬望天空一轮皓月，思乡之情油然而生，写下了这首传诵千古、中外皆知的名诗《静夜思》。

参考资料来源：百度百科—静夜思

The bright moon in front of window,
I doubt it is frost on the ground.
Raise my head and look at the moon,
Lower my head and miss my hometown.

绝对是学生写的！

翻译课本上抄的，许渊冲译的：Thoughts on a Tranquil Night Before my bed a pool of light－－ Can it be hoar-frost on the ground? Looking up, I find the moon bright; Bowing, in homesickness I'm drowned.

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 moon,
I bowed my head and thought of my far-off home.
S. Obata

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.
Herbert A. Giles

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.
W.J.B. Fletcher.

In the Quiet Night
So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed-
Could there have been a frost already?
Lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight.
Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
Witter Bynner

Night Thoughts
In front of my bed the moonlight is very bright,
I wonder if that can be frost on the floor?
I lift up my head and look at the full moon, the dazzling moon.
I dTHANK YOU FOR YOUR ARTICLESrop my head, and think of the home of old days.
Amy Lowell

Thought 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 fatherland, of thee!
L. Cramner-byng