自嘲

魯迅

運交華蓋欲何求，

未敢翻身已碰頭。

破帽遮顏過鬧市，

漏船載酒泛中流。

橫眉冷對千夫指，

俯首甘為孺子牛。

躲進小樓成一統，

管他冬夏與春秋。

                一九三二年

原诗：

A Self-Mockery

Lu Xun

Fate was doomed, what could I do?

Head has banged on the point of my turn.

Shabby hat slouches along the noisy street,

Wine-boat is leaking adrift on the torrent.

Coldly facing lots of fingers of wrath,

I’m willing to bow as a tame ox for children.

Hiding in a little house, snug as a bug in a rug,

Who cares the changing seasons, winter or spring!

                                                                      1932

                                                                   (Trans. Zhang Guangkui)