登坛当日拜元戎,楚汉都归指掌中。
王气未消垓下敌,将星已落阵前功。
高名紫宇千钧重,冤血青蛇一缕红。
尚有鸾刀荐牲酒,斜阳烟树泣秋风。
登坛当日拜元戎,楚汉都归指掌中。
王气未消垓下敌,将星已落阵前功。
高名紫宇千钧重,冤血青蛇一缕红。
尚有鸾刀荐牲酒,斜阳烟树泣秋风。
当年登坛拜将,被任命为元帅,
楚汉的天下,都归你掌控于指掌之间。
垓下敌手的帝王之气尚未完全消散,
你这颗将星却已陨落,阵前的功业戛然而止。
你的崇高声名在紫微宫阙下重如千钧,
你蒙受的冤屈之血,像一缕红线缠绕着青蛇般的命运。
至今仍有鸾刀献上牺牲与祭酒,
斜阳下,烟霭中的树木仿佛在秋风中哭泣。
Upon the altar, you were hailed as chief that day,
The lands of Chu and Han were held within your sway.
The royal foe's last breath at Gaixia lingered on,
But your star fell, the battle's triumph was foregone.
Your lofty name weighs tons beneath the purple dome,
Your wronged blood, a red thread, stains the azure snake's home.
Still, sacrificial wine with ritual knife is spread,
Where setting sun and misty trees weep in the autumn wind.
拜坛掌局,是军事博弈中权力与战略认同的关键仪式。
追忆韩信拜将的雄才大略,概括其赫赫战功。
本诗为七言律诗,押平声韵。
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