双语电影满江红中的词满江红如何翻译？

　　满江红·写怀
　　岳飞
　　怒发冲冠，
　　凭栏处、
　　潇潇雨歇。
　　抬望眼、
　　仰天长啸，
　　壮怀激烈。
　　三十功名尘与土，
　　八千里路云和月。
　　莫等闲、
　　白了少年头，
　　空悲切！
　　靖康耻，
　　犹未雪。
　　臣子恨，
　　何时灭？
　　驾长车踏破，
　　贺兰山缺。
　　壮志饥餐胡虏肉，
　　笑谈渴饮匈奴血。
　　待从头、
　　收拾旧山河，
　　朝天阙。
　　满江红
　　Manjianghong
　　Yue Fei
　　My hair bristling with ire. I grimace in pain –
　　My grip on a rail, at a lull in a rain.
　　Eyes skyward turned. I make a desperate roar.
　　My inner self agitated to the core.
　　Battling hard and long – under moon or sun.
　　Up to thirty, few merits have I won.
　　Tarry not, to see youthful hair turning white;
　　Regret in vain, when old, one’s pitiful sight.
　　Not yet avenged for the shame of Jingkang*,
　　My feelings about the defeat are strong.
　　I’d ride on a chariot as a he-man,
　　And make a break through the gap at Helanshan. **
　　I could feed on the Hun’s flesh, forsooth,
　　In hunger – in the spirit of youth.
　　I could drink the Hun’s blood in a jovial mood;
　　If I were thirsty enough, indeed, I would.
　　Let’s start anew: regain land that was our own;
　　With triumph, present ourselves before the Throne.
　　Notes:
　　* Jingkang: the reign of Emperor Qinzong of the Northern Song Dynasty (1126-1127), who was captured by the enemy in 1127.
　　** Helanshan: a mountain in today’s Cixian County, Hebei Province.
　　（徐忠杰 译）
　　The River All Red
　　Yue Fei
　　Wrath sets on end my hair;
　　I lean on railings where
　　I see the drizzling rain has ceased.
　　Raising my eyes
　　Towards the skies,
　　I heave long sighs,
　　My wrath not yet appeased.
　　To dust is gone the fame achieved in thirty years;
　　Like cloud-veiled moon the thousand-mile Plain disappears.
　　Should youthful heads in vain turn grey,
　　We would regret for aye.
　　Lost our capitals,
　　What a burning shame!
　　How can we generals
　　Quench our vengeful flame!
　　Driving our chariots of war, we’d go
　　To break through our relentless foe.
　　Valiantly we’d cut off each head;
　　Laughing, we’d drink the blood they shed.
　　When we’ve reconquered our lost land,
　　In triumph would return our army grand.
　　（许渊冲 译）
　　Key: Man Chiang Hung
　　Yo Fei
　　In a hair raising mood,
　　Behind the rail I stood.
　　The rain has come to a stop.
　　Gazing upwards,
　　I made a long drawn call toward the blue.
　　How I feel the blood in my bosom burned!
　　At thirty, my career to me is but dirt and dust now –
　　A thousand leagues of campaign under the cloud and the moon.
　　Time is fleeting, so don’t idle away!
　　Youthful heads will soon turn grey!
　　Then it will be too late to regret!
　　To think of the Huns that took our two kings prisoners,
　　A feeling of disgrace kindles my revenging fire.
　　And when can we redeem our nation’s honors,
　　For addressing the king of our enemy as sire?
　　I wish to lead a column of chariots,
　　To break through the pass of Mt. Ho Lan.
　　With such a determination and such a will,
　　My men would fight on with only the Hun’s flesh for food!
　　While laughing and talking they’d do well,
　　By quenching their thirst with the enemy’s blood!
　　Oh, give me the chance to do so in a new start;
　　I’ll vow to rehabilitate the lost territory,
　　Then, I’ll report to the Emperor of the victory.
　　（王季文 译）
　　Avenging an Insult
　　Yue Fei
　　Angry hair shooting up my hat,
　　I climbed a height alone full of hate
　　And leaned on a balustrade to gaze into a distant land,
　　When a torrential rain just stopped.
　　I raised my head to look up into the sky
　　And heaved a deep sigh,
　　While blood in my heart ran high.
　　Now I am over thirty years old,
　　But my merits are as trifling as dust cold,
　　Although I’ve fought day and night, north and south,
　　For eight thousand miles all told.
　　Don’t fritter away your precious time,
　　For when white hair creeps into your head,
　　You’ll be vainly grieved.
　　The deep disgrace received in Jingkang age (1127)
　　by Emperors Huei and Qin has not been revenged.
　　When will the indignation of officials be subdued?
　　I must drive a chariot to He Lan Mountain Range
　　To crush our enemy’s stronghold, for a long age.
　　With a noble aspiration,
　　I’ll eat the Tartar’s meat when I am hungry,
　　And merrily drink the Hun’s blood when I am thirsty.
　　Let me from the start recapture our lost territory
　　And report victories to the Imperial Court.
　　（张炳星 译）
　　The River Runs Red
　　Yue Fei
　　My hair bristles with rage, thrusting at my helmet.
　　By the balustrade,
　　The pattering rain is gone.
　　Lifting my eyes,
　　I give a long roar into the sky:
　　My young heart’s burning with a desire so strong.
　　At thirty, honour to me is like dust and earth;
　　Across eight thousand  li ’s,
　　under the clouds and moon we fight on.
　　Idle not:
　　A young man’s hair soon turns grey –
　　Vainly one’d mourn.
　　The shame of Jing Kang,
　　Still hasn’t been wiped away;
　　The grudge we bear as subjects –
　　When will it be erased, say?
　　We’d ride long chariots
　　To smash Mt. Helan Pass all the way.
　　When hungry,
　　with resolution, the Tartars’ flesh eat we’d;
　　When thirsty,
　　with jokes, their blood rink we may.
　　Let me start afresh,
　　To recover the lost territories
　　And present our victory
　　to the Emperor on audience day.
　　（何中坚 译）
　　Manjianghong  · Vengeance
　　Yue Fei
　　Bristle with anger do I!
　　Upon the railing I lean,
　　Seeing the rains cease in the sky.
　　Head up, towards heaven
　　I heave a deep sigh with a high aspiration in heart.
　　The fame achieved at my thirties is nothing but th’ grime,
　　I’ll fight the foe on the vast battlefield day and night.
　　We shouldn’t idle our youth time,
　　So as not to regret when our hair turns white!
　　As ministers, we won’t wipe out
　　Our deep animosity
　　Unless the Insult of Jingkang’s reign
　　Is avenged absolutely.
　　Driving our war charitos
　　To conquer Helan Mountain utterly.
　　We try to cut th’ foes’ heads with a great endeavor,
　　Even drink their blood while chanting in laughter.
　　From a start again, we put th’ hill and ri’er ’to a new order,
　　And then have an audience with the Emperor.
　　（冯志杰 译）
　　The River All Red
　　Yue Fei
　　I lean on the railing, bristling in righteous wrath,
　　The spattering rain beginning to withdraw.
　　With pent-up aspirations seething in me,
　　I gaze afar and skyward roar.
　　Rand and merit achiev’d at thirty years are but worthless dust;
　　An eight-thousand- li  expedition’s like the moon I adore!
　　Waste not my youth, for if my raven hair for nothing turn’d grey,
　　Grief and regret would my heart gnaw.
　　We’ve not yet aveng’d th’ Humiliation
　　Of Jingkang upon the enemies;
　　Howe’er can we officials to the crown
　　Our burning indignation appease?
　　Riding on chariots over Mount Helan,
　　Enemy forts we’ll crush and seize.
　　We are pledg’d to hungrily feed on the foreign invaders,
　　And, as if thirsty, with th’ blood of th’ Hun steeds we’ll go on sprees,
　　Until we have recover’d our sacred territories,
　　When we can be present at Court at ease.
　　（卓振英 译）
　　Lines for the Manjianghong Melody
　　Yue Fei
　　I am so angry my scalp prickles under my hat
　　I grip the rail until my knuckles turn white
　　waiting for this pouring rain to stop
　　I stare straight up
　　and howl at the sky
　　oh I am torn into pieces in my gut
　　here I am thirty years old
　　honour and fame are mud and dust
　　I have fought for the dynasty
　　eight thousand miles under the clouds and the moon
　　you can’t just sit here and do nothing
　　what value are regrets when your hair goes gray
　　when are we going to make good the insult
　　the Jin invaders gave us
　　when they captured our emperor
　　when are those of us in power going to avenge
　　the disgrace of losing our dynasty
　　we should take to the war chariots
　　and careen through the passes in the Helan Mountain
　　we are so determined to fight
　　we have to beat this war white hot again
　　ready to eat their flesh when we hunger
　　we laugh and talk over victories
　　ready to drink their blood to slake our thirst
　　raise our banners in the lost territory once more
　　the old capital waits for the emperor
　　（王守义、John Knoepfle译）
　　River Full of Red
　　Expressing My Heart
　　Yue Fei
　　My angry hair props my hat up,
　　I am leaning against the railing,
　　Waiting for the pattering rain to stop.
　　Looking up at the sky,
　　I make a loud cry,
　　Out of my strong desire.
　　I am thirty years old now,
　　Achieving nothing well-known.
　　I have campaigned 8000 miles here and there,
　　With clouds and the moon as my accompanier.
　　Don’t dawdle away your time,
　　For your hair will soon turn gray,
　　All you can do is lament in vain.
　　Don’t put our motherland to shame,
　　We must give back her glorious name.
　　My hatred to the Hun is not tame.
　　Let’s harness the long warring chariot again,
　　Pass and conquer the Helan Mountain,
　　To destroy the Hun’s army men.
　　We brave hungry fighters eat the captive Hun,
　　We thirsty soldiers drink the Hun’s blood for fun.
　　Let’s begin to recover all of our territory,
　　To announce this good news to our own country.
　　（朱曼华 译）
　　The River Red Over
　　Yue Fei
　　Swelling with rage, I lean on railings after rain,
　　Looking up with a long sigh to the blue heaven.
　　Yet not realized is my sublime aspiration.
　　At thirty gaining my negligible official fame,
　　I’ve covered eight thousand  li  in north-south fighting.
　　Ne’er wait for youthful idle head gray, mournful in vain.
　　The shame in the year of Jingkang hasn’t been avenged,
　　To dispel the courtiers’ hatred of the mind, when?
　　Driving chariots to level the ground of Helan,
　　Hungry, with noble wills, the foes’ flesh I’ll eat up,
　　Thirsty, in talking with a smile, I’ll drink up Hun’s blood.
　　All lost land recovered, we’ll go worship the royal reign.
　　（储国熙 译）
　　To ‘The River Runs Red’
　　Yue Fei
　　My hair stands up in rage, thrusts helmet to the sky,
　　On my porch dies down the pattering rain.
　　I lift my eyes, sing loud and high,
　　A heart that burns with anger’s loyal flame.
　　At thirty, dreams of glory are turned to dust.
　　Three thousand miles, the clouds and moon hold sway.
　　Don’t lightly let a young man go to waste
　　In vain regret, as black hair fades to grey.
　　The horror of their Majesties’ rout
　　Is with me still – the blood cries out.
　　Shame and loathing sear this subject’s soul,
　　When will the wound once more be whole?
　　We’ll course far-ranging chariots afresh,
　　Into the breach at Helan Pass we’ll burst.
　　When hunger strikes, to feast on foreman’s flesh
　　And on their Tartar blood to slake out thirst.
　　Let me try once more –
　　Take back the lands of home!
　　And then to morning audience at the Throne.