賣炭翁
賣炭翁，伐薪燒炭南山中。
滿面塵灰煙火色，兩鬢蒼蒼十指黑。
賣炭得錢何所營？身上衣裳口中食。
可憐身上衣正單，心憂炭賤願天寒。
夜來城外一尺雪，曉駕炭車碾冰轍。
牛困人飢日已高，市南門外泥中歇。
翩翩兩騎來是誰？黃衣使者白衫兒。
手把文書口稱赦，回車叱牛牽向北。
一車炭，千餘斤，宮使驅將惜不得。
半匹紅紗一丈綾，系向牛頭充炭直。
The Old Charcoal Seller
What does the old man fare?
He cuts the wood in southern hill and fires his ware.
His face is grimed with smoke and streaked with ash and dust,
His temples grizzled and his fingers all turned black.
The money earned by selling charcoal is not just enough for food for his mouth and clothing for his back.
Though his coat is thin, he hopes winter will set in,
For cold weather will keep up the charcoal’s good price.
At night a foot of snow falls outside city walls;
At dawn his charcoal cart crushes ruts in the ice.
The sun is high, the ox tired out and hungry he;
Outside the southern gate is snow and slush they rest.
Two riders canter up. Alas! Who can they be?
Two palace heralds in the yellow jackets dressed.
Decree in hand, which is imperial order, one says;
They turn the cart about and at the ox they shout.
A cartload of charcoal a thousand catties weighs;
They drive the cart away. What dare the old man say?
Ten feet of silk and twenty feet of gauze deep red,
That is the payment they fasten to the ox’s head.
