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The Great Events of the Old Times
Eastwards run the waves of the Yangtze River,
Through which fade out the stories of heroes,
Those of success, of failure, of justice and fairness, or of wrongdoing.
Everything turns to be nothing.
There still stand the green mountains, behind which
The sun sets and rises again and again.
On a sand bar among the river, there is a white haired fisherman,
Used to experience year after year the autumn moon as well as the spring wind.
Sharing a pot of hot wine together, I am so glad to meet another soul here and now.
With our laughing and talking, the great events of the present times pass away.
The following is my translation for this Chinese lyric. I avoid to do it word by word. Anyone who wants to try in another way is welcome. At least, I want to know if my translation is understandable. Thank you.
Going eastwards are the waves of the Yangtze River,
Through which the stories of heroes are fading out, including
Still there stand the green mountains, behind which
On a sand bar among the river, there is a white-haired fisherman,
Who is used to experience year after year
The autumn moon as well as the spring wind.
Sharing a pot of hot wine together, I am so glad to meet the other soul here and now.
As we are laughing and talking, the great events of the present times are passing away.
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