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Version 1
Snow
Tr. Willis Barnstone

The scene is the north lands.
Thousands of li sealed in ice,
ten thousand li in blowing snow.
From the Long Wall I gaze inside and beyond
and see only vast tundra.
Up and down the Yellow River
the gurgling water is frozen.
Mountains dance like silver snakes,
hills gallop like wax bright elephants
trying to climb over the sky.
On days of sunlight
the planet teases us in her white dress and rouge.

Rivers and mountains are beautiful
and made heroes bow and compete to catch the girl-lovely earth.
Yet the emperors Shihuang and Wu Di
were barely able to write.
The first emperors of the Tang and Song dynasties
were crude.
Genghis Khan, man of his epoch
and favored by heaven,
knew only how to hunt the great eagle.
They are all gone.
Only today are we men of feeling.


Version 2
Tune: "Spring in [Princess] Ch'in's Garden"
Snow
Tr. Eugene Eoyang

Northern landscape,
Thousand miles around covered by ice,
Ten thousand miles under snowdrifts.
On both sides of the Great Wall,
I see vast wastes;
Up and down the Great River
Suddenly the torrents are still;
Mountains wind around like silver serpents,
High headlands ramble about like waxen elephants,
On the verge of challenging heaven.
A sunny day is best
For watching the red against the white:
Extraordinary enchantment.
The rivers and mountains have this special charm
That inspires countless heroes to great deeds.
Pity the First Sovereign and the Martial Emperor
Had small talent for literature,
And the founding fathers of T'ang and Sung
Lacked both grace and charm.
In his own generation—favored by heaven
—Genghis Khan
Knew only how to bend the bow, bringing down the great vulture.
All these are gone now,
To single out the men of high character,
We must look to now, the presen

Version 3
Snow
Tr. Zhao Zhentao

Here's what our norther landscapes show:
Thousands of li are bound by ice;
Myriads of li there's flying snow.
On both sides of the Great Wall, lo!
There's only land in boundless white;
And up and down the Yellow River,
The surging waves are lost to sight.
Hills dancing just like silver serpents,
On highlands racing wax elephants,
All try to match the skies in height.
Just wait for sunny days ahead,
And look, the land will grow the more
Enchanting, clad in white and red.

Our land has such a charming show
That countless heroes love it so!
Alas! Emperors Qin Huang, Han Wu
Weren't bred enough in liberal arts,
And Emperors Tang Zong and Song Zu
Were lacking in poetic parts,
And Genghis Khan, Proud Son of Heaven,
But good at shooting hawks with darts.
They've all already passed away.
The truly brilliant worthy men
Are only those we see tod

 Version 4
SNOW
——to the melody of Qin Yuan Chun
Tr. Huang Long

A scenic splendor the northern land shows:
A thousand-li ice-sealed,
And in the myriad-li air whirling the feathery snows.
Behold that Great Wall! On its either side, hither or thither,
Nothing remains save a vastness of white,
From the upper to the lower reaches of the great river,
The surging torrents are all at once lost to sight.
Like silvery snakes the mountains dance,
And like waxen elephants the highlands prance,
Both trying to outrival and dwarf Heaven in height.
Wait till a sunny day
And you'll feast your eyes on red attire relieved against white array,
Extraordinarily enchantingly gay!

So charming are the rivers and mountains in our lovely nation
As to have attracted numberless heroes to vie for her with bows in admiration.
It's pitiable, forsooth, for Qin Huang and Han Wu
To be in some measure less talented in literature,
And for Tang Zong and Song Zu
To be in a sort less refined in culture.
Genghis Khan,
The favourite of Heaven for a day£¬
Knew nothing else than bending his bow at the vulture.
Now, they all have passed away!
The worthy characters that count
Are witnessable merely at the advent of today£®

Version 5
Tune: Spring in a Pleasure Garden
Snow
Tr. Xu Yuanchong

See what the northern countries show
Hundred of leagues ice-bound go
Thousands of leagues flies snow.
Behold! Within and without the Great Wall
The boundless land is clad in white
And up and down the Yellow River, all
The endless waves are lost to sight
Mountains like silver serpents dancing
Hignlands like waxy elephants advancing
All try to match the sky in height
Wait till the day is fine
And see the fair bask in sparkling sunshine
What an enchanting sight!
Our motherland so rich in beauty
Has made countless heroes vie to pay her their duty
But alas! Qin Huang and Han Wu
In culture not well bred
And Tang Zong and Song Zu
In letters not wide read
And Genghis Khan, proud son of Heaven for a day
Knew only shooting eagles by bending his bows
They have all passed away
Brilliant heroes are those
Whom we will see today


Version 6
Qin Yuan Chun
(Snow)
Tr. Li Zhengshuan

What northern scenery!
Hundreds of miles are locked in ice;
Over thousands of miles snow flies.
Behold! On both sides of the Great Wall,
Everything is in sheer white;
All along the Yellow River,
Endless torrents are no longer in sight.
Mounts are like silver serpents dancing;
Plateaus are like wax elephants running,
All trying to compete against the sky for height.
Wait till it is fine.
You’ll see all bathe in sunlight,
Presenting a charming sight.

Our country is so beautiful,
Making countless people vie to become a hero.
Alas! Qin Huang and Han Wu,
Knew little of civil art;
Tang Zong and Song Zu,
Knew little of literary art;
Genghis Khan,
The proud son of heaven,
Knew only shooting hawks with his bows.
Gone all of them.
To see great heroes,
Look in people of today!

Version 7
Snow - Spring at Soothing Garden
Tr. Zhao Yanchun

The northern land’s great view,
What endless sealing ice!
What boundless flying snow!
All that the Great Wall sees
Is but vast whiteness.
The River, high and low,
Suddenly stops its flow.
Mountains wave silver snakes;
Plains run wax elephants.
To challenge God, here they go.
When it’s fine,
All red clad in white hue,
What a brilliant show!
Hills and rills, in bright blow,
Attract countless heroes to bow low.
Pity, Qin and Han’s lords
Had no charm, no much glow,
And Tang’s and Song’s sires
Had no talents, just so-so.
The proudest of all time,
Ghenghis Khan,
To shoot hawks but knew how to draw a bow.
All gone away,
Who are the greatest ones?
Look here today, lo.