诗经采薇的翻译版

We Gather Vetch

we gather vetch,gather vetch,
while the young shoots are spiringing;
oh,to go back, go back;
by the year is ending.
we have no house, no home,
because of the Huns.
we cannot sit or take rest,
because of the Huns.

we gather vetch,gather vetch,
while the young shoots are tender;
oh,to go back, go back;
our hearts are sad.
our sad hearts burn,
and we hunger and thirst;
but garrison duty drags on,
and no massagers goes to take news home.

we gather vetch,gather vetch,
while the young shoots are tough;
oh,to go back, go back;
the tenth month is here again,
but the king's business is unending;
we cannot sit or take rest;
our sad hearts are racked with pain,
and no one comes to comfort us on our march.

what splendid blossom is that?
it is the blossom of the cherr tree.
what great chariot is that?
it is the cha