*yesainin.1 (俄) 叶赛宁《 一去不再来》 我不能使那清凉的夜再回来 我不能再看见女友那苗条的身材 再不能听到那只欢乐的歌 夜莺在花园里唱 动人心怀 那春天的夜晚已经飞逝 你不能说 等等 再回来 萧杀的秋天降临了 绵绵的雨洒尽无限的悲哀 我的女友在坟墓中安睡 爱情在她心灵深处掩埋 秋天的风雨不会惊醒她的梦 也不会温暖她的血液 还原她的姿态 那只夜莺的歌终于沉默了 因为夜莺已飞向海外 它已不会再唱出更动听的歌 象夜莺在花园里唱 动人心怀 往日的欢乐与幸福已飞得远远 那时日子过得多么畅快 心中的感情变冷了 过去了的 永不再来 *lmtf.1 (俄) 莱蒙托夫《帆》 在大海深蓝色的浓雾里 一只孤独的帆闪着白光 它在寻求什么 在这遥远的异地 它失去了什么 在那遥远的故乡 船儿驶向茫茫的海洋 桅杆弓着身喳喳作响 看天边交织着理想的火焰 劈开了重重的惊涛骇浪 它下面是温暖的水流 它上面是金色的阳光 而它却在祈求着风暴 仿佛在风暴中才有宁静和安祥 * 普希金 (俄)《墓志铭》 这里埋葬着普希金, 他和年轻的谬斯. 爱情与懒惰, 共同消磨了他愉快的一生. 他没有做过什末善事, 可在心灵上,却实实在在 是个好人. * 雪莱(英)《咏月》 你苍白 可是因为 倦于攀登高峰 凝望大地 独自漫行得寂廖? (明飞荐) *tagore.001 泰戈尔《园丁集》(The Gardener) 泰戈尔 (Rabindranath Tagore, 1861 -- 1941) 六 八 没有一个人长生不老,也没有一件东西永世长存, 兄弟,记住这一点而欢欣鼓舞吧。 我们的一生不是一个古老的负担,我们的道路不是一条漫长的旅程。 一个独一无二的诗人不必唱一个古老的歌。 花褪色了凋零了; 带花的人却不必永远为它悲伤。 兄弟,记住这一点而欢欣鼓舞吧。 一定要有完全的休止,才纺织成完美的音乐。 为了沉溺在金色的阴影里,人生向夕阳沉落。 一定要把爱情从嘻戏中唤回来饮烦恼的酒,一定要把它带到眼泪的天堂。 兄弟,记住这一点而欢欣鼓舞吧。 我们赶紧采集繁花,否则繁花要被路过的风蹂躏了。 攫取那迟一步就会消失的吻,使我们血行迅速,眼睛明亮。 我们的生活是热烈的,我们的欲望是强烈的,因为时间在敲着别离的丧钟。 兄弟,记住这一点而欢欣鼓舞吧。 我们来不及把一件东西抓住,挤碎,而又弃之于尘土。 一个个的时辰,把自己的梦藏在裙子里,迅速地消逝了。 我们的一生是短促的; 一生只给我们几天恋爱的日子。 兄弟,记住这一点而欢欣鼓舞吧。 我们觉得美是甜蜜的,因为它同我们的生命依循着同样飞速的调子一起舞蹈。 我们觉得知识是宝贵的,因为我们永远来不及时知识臻于完善。 一切都是在永恒的天堂里作成和完成的。 然而,大地的幻想之花,是由死亡来长保永新的。 兄弟,记住这一点而欢欣鼓舞吧。 输入: 邓鸣琪 (deng@cs.psu.edu) 摘自: <<园丁集>>, 吴严 译,上海译文出版社,1981, 1982。 A Indian, Tagore was the winner of the Nobel prize of literature, 1913. His work was translated into English mostly by himself. Gardener was the first one so introduced to the English world, to the world outside of Indian. This later lead to his winning of the Nobel prize. Poems like the above one are frequently found in his works. They are very beautiful indeed. In this poem, I especially love: 没有一个人长生不老,也没有一件东西永世长存, 兄弟,记住这一点而欢欣鼓舞吧。 and 我们的生活是热烈的,我们的欲望是强烈的,因为时间在敲着别离的丧钟。 兄弟,记住这一点而欢欣鼓舞吧。 I also love: 我们的一生是短促的; 一生只给我们几天恋爱的日子。 It not only says that our life is too short to let go by, but also that we must grasp every moment of love if we are lucky enough to fall into it. 冰心 also translated "The Gardener". But I find her translation hardly enjoyable. She translated 兄弟,记住这一点而欢欣鼓舞吧。 as 兄弟,记住这一点而及时行乐吧。 I do not know what words Tagore used in his original poem, but by my observation, 吴岩's translation is more consistent with Tagore's spirit in the rest poems of "The Gardener". *goether.001 歌德《游子夜歌》 群峰 一片沉寂, 树梢 微风敛迹, 林中 栖鸟缄默。 稍待 你也安息。 (华宇清注:《游子夜歌》是歌德作品中的绝唱。 舒伯特、李斯特等都曾为本诗作曲。这首诗是在1783年9月6日晚题在伊尔美瑙的吉息尔汉山山顶的别墅壁上,三十年后,于1813年8月29日歌德再登这座山顶,曾把壁上题诗的笔迹加深。又过了二十年,即1831年8月27日,歌德逝世前最后一次诞辰,登山看题诗,思绪万千,自言自语说:“稍待,你也安息。”第二年,歌德也确已安息。这诗是写一时情景的,有高度的真实感。) 选自《金果小枝》,黑龙江人民出版社1982年,钱春绮译 (YLIU@UDESVM.BITNET) *landor.001 读与译·兰德及其《七十五岁生日作》 Walter Savage Landor: "On His Seventy Fifth Birthday" I strove with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life; It sinks; and I am ready to depart. 七十五岁生日作 沃尔特·萨维奇·兰德 吾生信无争,孰值余与搏? 造化吾所钟,次而乐艺苑; 吾已暖双手,向此生之火; 此焰日衰微,吾今归亦安。 如果问我,你最欣赏的话是哪一句,我会毫不犹豫地回答:“I Strove with None”!如果问我,你最喜欢的诗是哪一首,我的回答便是兰德的这首《七十五岁生日作》。不妨说,它是我的座佑铭。短短四行,力透纸背,道出了人生的要义。兼以明白如话而又格律严整的形式,更使它成为上口、易记的精品。著名选本《英诗宝库》(The Golden Treasury)便收有此篇。 笑飞不识相,追问:兰德何方诗人,此诗何年产生……等等,等等。这可让我为难了。首先,沃尔特·萨维奇·兰德是否算诗人便成问题。虽然兰德生前自己编选过至少三本诗集,后人编选的兰德诗作更厚达四卷,据兰德自己说:“诗于我永远是娱乐,散文则是我的功课和事业”;《剑桥英国文学书目》(The Cambridge Bibliography of English Literature)及《不列颠小百科全书》(Briticanna Micropedia)皆称兰德为散文家;《柯勒百科全书》(Collier's Encyclopedia [1])和《美利坚百科全书》(Encyclopedia Americana [2])虽称兰德“英国诗人、散文作家”,却也承认他最知名的作品是五卷散文体《文人与政客的对话》(Imaginary Conversations)。我甚至也难以肯定《七十五岁生日作》真作于兰德七十五岁生日,因为《沃尔特·萨维奇·兰德诗选》(Poems by Walter Savage Landor [3])就说此诗作于1849年作者七十四岁生日之夜、当时的好友狄更斯和他后来的传记作者约翰·福尔斯特来贺之后;并说作者题作《一个老哲人的终言》(The Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher)。 关于兰德其人,《不列颠》惜墨如金,我们大体只能知道他生于1775年,卒于1864年;倒是《美利坚》慷慨大方,还告诉我们“他1811年同朱丽亚·图利尔(一个小他18岁的平庸女子)的突卒婚事,同他大部分别的关系一样,是一场急风暴雨,结局是正式分居——在一次,或数次,非正式分居之后。” 如上面这句话所暗示的,兰德同当时“大部分”文人交恶是公认的。他们说他讽刺他们,说他讽刺各种人,还说他乱讽刺。备受兰德挖苦的华兹华斯就说他的性格“可用两三句话来概括:一个狂人,一个浑人,而又是个多才之人——一如许许多多的狂人。”果如是,则《生日作》无非疯话而已,何必认真?不过且慢。《柯勒》称:“他易怒的名声并非无中生有,可他更为人知的是文人们一位热忱大方的朋友:他总是给他们鼓励和公开的褒扬。如果把他的朋友列成清单,那将囊括英国三代作家中的几乎每一位,还有不少美国作家。”这也不假:柯勒律治,狄更斯,勃朗宁,还有长串熟悉的名字;勃朗宁甚至宣称他是从兰德处学会在写作中加入戏剧性的。就是华兹华斯也曾对兰德早年的第二部诗集《盖比尔》(Gebir)表示激赏。 公平地说,兰德对人并无恶意。《诗选·序》说:“他从未为自己出头而挤撞别人(批评或厌恶是另一码事)。他的写作既非为名也非为利;而且他自己也意识到:因此,也由于别的一些原因,他在文学中的地位是孤寂的,在他死后还将继续孤寂。” 兰德小时家境富裕,父亲是一位成功的药剂师,母亲娘家也颇有地产。他早年被送往鲁格比、牛津接受当时绅士能受的最好的教育。可他从不守规矩,总是被学校赶出去。他与父亲不和,又被家里赶出。虽然后来得到大宗遗产,也因不善理财而穷涂潦倒,常因财产问题被人起诉而出逃(他甚至曾被控偷邻居的鹿:有诗为证)。他的一生主要在意大利度过,最后死在佛罗伦萨。 兰德从小倾向民主,曾对其母讲,他希望“法国能入侵英格兰,支持我们把乔治三世吊死,吊在坎第伯雷红衣主教和约克郡红衣主教那两个大盗中间”,由此赢得一大耳光。在牛津时曾枪击一名托利党学生的窗户,于是被遣退;后来在辉格党报纸上抨击托利党政府和国王,自然又树敌不少。直至最后的散文,兰德一直没有放过攻击托利党的机会。 兰德大约具有英格兰诗人的国际主义传统:他在得到遗产后曾自己出资为西班牙组织一个军团抵抗拿破仑皇帝。这是否算得拜伦从军希腊反抗土耳其人统治的先声?兰德后来的破产与此难说没有关系。 兰德生活的时代是浪漫主义盛期,而他却唱着古典主义高调(奇怪的是没人提及他同其他新古典主义者有什么来往),格律声韵十分完美。他的作品思想活跃,内容广泛,感情强烈。而且他最擅于将自己的思想用精练的文字表达出来,其短诗尤为人称道。但在长篇方面,《美利坚》认为:兰德的“《对话》中散文的优雅很容易因缺乏戏剧性而湮没;长诗则过拖沓。”《美利坚》的结论是:“读兰德以选本为佳。……一位如此丰产的作家竟主要靠《萝丝·爱尔默》(Rose Aylmer)和其余区区几首舒情诗而立名,……,实富讽刺。”当然这远非定论。1964年版的《诗选·序》中就抗议说:“从没有一个具有同等数量、同等质量作品的英国作家——英国诗人——在过去的这五十年里受到过更深的冷遇;这种冷遇实乃一大损失。” 兰德这首《七十五岁生日作》在不同的选本中面目各异。以标题而言,除了上面提及的《一个老哲人的终言》外,尚有《终曲》(Finis)、无题等。不过在我见到的七、八种选本中取简单多数,仍以《七十五岁生日作》最为“民主”(况且人总愿意先入为主:老师就这么教的!——这首诗是一位美国教师在1982年介绍给我的,当即给我很大震动)。因此让我们还是此诗认为作于1850年作者七十五岁生日。这样一首四行的短诗,各选本的文字倒是相当一致,但标点差异很大,我只能按自己的理解选取。 尽管文本各异,各选家有一点是一致的,就是对《生日作》在兰德诗作以及英国诗歌中的地位都予以充分肯定。《诗选·序》更以《生日作》(或《终言》)为纲来贯穿兰德其人其诗:“兰德在此诗中所说的每一句话,都由他的一生和他的写作明白无误地印证了。这是兰德的忠实传记;这使得他,一位出类拔萃的新古典主义者,既立于、又别于他所处的时代。” 对于这首简洁的警句诗,一切形式的分析都属多余。读这首诗,你所需要的只是你自己经历的,亲友处听来的,传记中读来的,所有所有的——人生体验。你只要张开嘴,放开喉,反复地吟讼几遍(注意此诗用的是最普通的五步抑扬格,韵式为abab),就会感到一股真气上提,面前的世界后退缩小,仿佛自己坐到了云端……这里不是讲气功。我只是想强调,读此诗时你绝不会去想到什么格什么韵;只要你跟着诗歌的思路,所有这一切都这样自然。不是么,“让人注意不到的文体是最好的文体”。 好的文学作品应是人人心中有,他人笔下无。兰德《生日作》正是这样:基督徒从中能看到爱,佛教徒则能从中悟出禅;儒生可依此论中庸,道师可据之说无为。我乃常人,也窥见一副人格,一个诗人的人格,一个【人】的人格。          人       人        人人       人 人        人   人      人     人 (如果你不是用25行汉字显示,可将上六行移至与【】号中的“人”字对齐或删去;如果你用中文TeX或类似软件, 将该人字放大即可) 1991.12.16-17 附录一:译后小记 这是一首让人读过就不能忘的诗,但翻译起来难度却不小。我先后读到过鲍屡平和李霁野的译本,终觉不够满意。诗的格律常是译诗的障碍。恰好兰德尤工于格律,不表现这一点难称成功。李译便失之过散,对原作改动也太大(尽管有一次他用了近一页纸说明为何要把这首四行短诗译做六行,我似乎始终未能接受)。鲍译较好地传达了原作的规整句式与明白如话的特点,但仍难免为格律所拘而出现了“无人值得我”这样明显不合习惯的省略。拙译采用了拟五言体,将两节合为一行来摹写原作的五音步抑扬格,并搬用原诗的交叉韵。文字上同样遵从“一字一字地译”的原则(这一译文的出现极为偶然,是一九八七年底一天骑在车上想到的;但它是原作萦萦于心多少年的结果)。尽管如此,它仍留下了一些遗憾。例如为了在这种压缩的格式中装下更多的诗意而多用了文言,有时还不得不采用古诗中常用的词语乃至意象,在语言风格上与原作出现了距离(或云有助于转达兰德于浪漫主义盛期所保持的古典主义风格,那可真是无心插柳了)。又如,选字时已尽量注意到细节,但若再要以平仄摹抑扬(杨熙龄语)就非译者所能了。译诗之难于此又见。 译完此诗又过了两年,我读到孙梁的译本。无独有偶,孙译也在形式上趋古,而且走得更远——而且我以为是太远了。 附录二:鲍屡平译本(见《金果小枝》[4]) 七十五岁生日作 我没跟谁争,因为无人值得我;   我爱大自然,其次就爱艺术; 我烘暖双手对着生命之火;   它快熄灭了,我就准备离去。 附录三:孙梁译本(见《英美名诗一百首》[5]) 终曲 与世无争兮性本狷介。 钟情自然兮游心艺苑; 生命之火兮暖我心田, 爝火熄兮羽化而归天。 附录四:参考资料 1. Collier's Encyclopedia, Crowell-Collier, 1964; R.H. Super 撰《兰德》词条 2. Encyclopedia Americana, Ammericana Co., 1967 (New York); De Lancey Ferguson 撰《兰德》词条 3. Poems by Walter Savage Landor, Geoffrey Grigson 选并序, Centaur Press, 1964 (London) 4. 《金果小枝》,华宇清编,黑龙江人民出版社1982年,哈尔滨 5. 《英美名诗一百首》,孙梁编,中国对外翻译出版公司-商务印书馆香港分馆1987年,北京 (援荐译并记) *landor2 再译兰道 xjohn@oregon 刘君推介,得以欣赏名作.读罢,乃有此感. 该诗第一句精神完足,名士juan1狂之气扑面而来.同是文墨客,毛说与人奋斗其乐无穷,这人却说天下并无可斗之人, 境界之殊,竟至于此.第二句表面上是陈述,实际似有补白之意.不好斗不等于无乐,正如陶令,不去官场上现形,却可归东篱下采菊,师造化,做文章,其乐也无穷.但如果说头两句是大丈夫般的潇洒,后两句就是小媳妇般的委婉了. 以自己的生命之火温暖自己的双手, 更况且连这火也将烬,怎不使人有英雄末路之哭. 这种文气上的冲突造成了诗迷离绰约的意境. 这诗的特色是言简意深而具有音乐节奏. 译得太白则稀释原味(如鲍译),译得太文则 郁于格式或格律而有夺意之嫌(如孙译).刘译为最上,但似仍偏文.余意干脆照原文"硬译," 缺点是懒惰了点儿,优点是毁誉全由 Landor 接着,不干己事. I strove with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to nature, art; I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; It sinks; and I am ready to depart. 再译为: 我不宵于相搏,盖因无人值得 情钟于自然,再其次,艺术 而双手温暖于生命之火 火衰时,我亦垂暮 *longfellow.001 朗费罗《人生颂》 A Psalm of Life ---年青人的心对歌者说的话 不要在哀伤的诗句里告诉我:Tell me not, in mornful numbers,  “人生不过是一场幻梦!”  "Life is but an empty dream!" 灵魂睡着了,就等于死了, For the soul is dead that slumbers,  事物的真相与外表不同。 And things are not what they seem. 人生是真切的!人生是实在的! Life is real! Life is earnest!  它的归宿决不是荒坟;  And the grave is not its goal; “你本是尘土,必归于尘土”, "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"  这是指躯壳,不是指灵魂。  Was not spoken of the soul. 我们命定的目标和道路  Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,  不是享乐,也不是受苦;  Is our destined end or way; 而是行动,在每个明天   But to act, that each to-morrow  都超越今天,跨出新步。 Find us farther than to-day. 智艺无穷,时光飞逝; Art is long, and Time is fleeting, 这颗心,纵然勇敢坚强, And our hearts, though stout and brave, 也只如鼙鼓,闷声敲动着, Still, like muffled drums, are beating  一下又一下,向坟地送丧。 Funeral marches to the grave. 世界是一片辽阔的战场, In the world's broad field of battle,  人生是到处扎寨安营;  In the bivouac of life, 莫学那听人驱策的哑畜, Be not like dumb, driven cattle!  做一个威武善战的英雄!  Be a hero in the strife! 别指望将来,不管它多可爱! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!  把已逝的过去永久掩埋! Let the dead Past bury its dead! 行动吧--趁着活生生的现在! Act, -- act in the living Present!  心中有赤心,头上有真宰! Heart within, and God o'evhead! 伟人的生平启示我们:  Lives of great men all remind us  我们能够生活得高尚, We can make our lives sublime, 而当告别人世的时候,  And, departing, leave behind us  留下脚印在时间的沙上; Footprints on the sand of time; 也许我们有一个兄弟   Footprints, that perhaps another,  航行在庄严的人生大海, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, 遇险沉了船,绝望的时刻,A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,  会看到这脚印而振作起来。 Seeing, shall take heart again. 那么,让我们起来干吧, Let us, then, be up and doing,  对任何命运要敢于担戴; With a heart for any fate; 不断地进取,不断地追求, Still achieving, still pursuing,  要善于劳动,善于等待。 Learn to labor and to wait. 据钱钟书先生考证,朗费罗的名篇《人生颂》是英语诗歌中最早译成汉语的一首。 *longfellow.002 朗费罗《乡下铁匠》 THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH 一棵栗子树延伸宽广,  Under a speading chestnut-tree  乡下铁匠铺靠在树旁;  The village smithy stands; 铁匠是个有力气的汉子, The smith, a mighty man is he,  一双大手又粗又强壮;  With large and sinewy hands; 胳臂上鼓鼓囊囊的肌肉  And the muscles of his brawny arms  结实得就象铁打的一样。 Are strong as iron bands. 他拳曲的头发又黑又长, His hair is crisp, and black, and long,  脸色象树皮一样焦黄; His face is like the tan; 额上淌的是老实人的汗水,His brow is wet with honest sweat,  凭力气干活,取得报偿; He earns whate'er he can, 他扬眉睁眼望着全世界, And looks the whole world in the face,  因为他不欠任何人的帐。For he owes not any man. 星期连星期,早上到晚上,Week in, week out, from morn till night,  听得见他那鸣奏的风箱; You can hear his bellows blow; 听得见他抡起沉重的大锤,You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,  节奏分明,缓慢的敲响, With the measured beat and slow, 象教堂司事把晚钟敲动, Like a sexon ringing the village bell,  当夕阳渐渐沉向西方。 When the evening sun is low. 每天,孩子们放学回家,And the children coming home from school  从敞开的门口向屋里张望;Look in at the open door; 他们爱看那红红的炉火,They love to see the flaming forge,  爱听那鸣鸣吼叫的风箱, And hear the bellows roar, 补捉那爆出的火花点点, And catch the burning sparks that fly  象打谷场上飞迸的谷糠。 Like chaff from a threshing floor. 一到星期天,他就上教堂,He goes on Sunday to the church,  坐在他的孩子们中央; And sits among his boys; 他听牧师讲道和祈祷,He hears the parson pray and preach,  也听村里唱诗班合唱, He hears his daughter's voice, 听出了他的女儿的嗓音,  Sings in the village choir,  使他止不住心花怒放。 And it makes his heart rejoice. 他听来,这嗓音就象他母亲 It sounds to him like her mother's voice,  歌唱在光明圣洁的天堂! Singing in Paradise! 他不禁又一次把她怀想: He needs must think of her once more,  不知墓穴里她睡得怎样? How in the grave she lies; 他用又粗又硬的大手 And with his hard, rough hand he wipes  把一滴泪水抹出了眼眶。  A tear out of his eyes. 辛苦劳作--快乐--悲伤,  Toiling, -- rejoicing, -- sorrowing,  一步步走在人生的路上; Onward through life he goes; 每天早上有活计开始, Each morning sees some task begin,  每天晚上有活计收场; Each evening sees it close; 有的起了头,有的干完了,Something attempted, something done,  给他挣来了一夜的酣畅。 Has earned a night's repose. 谢谢你了,我可敬的朋友! Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,  谢谢你的教益和榜样! For the lesson thou hast taught! 我们的命运也得要锤炼,Thus at the flaming forge of life  要经受人生的炉火风箱; Our fortunes must be wrought; 在叮当震响的铁砧展上锤出 Thus on its sounding anvilshaped  火花四射的事业和思想。 Each burning deed and thought. 王笑飞摘自《朗费罗诗选》,杨德豫译, 人民文学出版社,一九八五年,北京。     植字:王笑飞(xiaofei@acsu.buffalo.edu) *longfellow.003 朗费罗 - 夜的赞歌 HYMN TO THE NIGHT Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 朗费罗诗选 杨德豫译 我听见夜的垂曳的轻裳 I heard the trailing germents of the Night 拂过她的大理石厅堂! Sweep through her marble halls!   我看见她的貂黑的衣裾 I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light 缀饰着天国宫墙的荧光!  From the celestial Walls!  从那强大的魅力,我察觉 I felt her presence, by its spell of might  她的丰姿从上空俯临;  Stoop o'er me from above;   夜的端凝,沉静的丰姿,The calm, majestic presence of the Night, 婉如我的恋人的倩影。 As of the one I love.   我听到欢愉的、哀怨的歌声, I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,   多种多样的柔和的韵律,  The manifold, soft chimes, 洋溢在精灵出没的夜宫,That fill the haunted chambers of the Night,   好象古代诗人的诗句。   Like some old poet's rhymes. 午夜的空气如清凉的水池,From the cool cisterns of the midnight air 灵魂向这里汲取安舒;   My spirit drank repose; 永恒和平的神圣泉水 The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,--   就从这些深池里流出。  From those deep cisterns flows. 夜啊!你教我学会忍受 O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear   人们曾经忍受的一切!   What man has borne before! 你手指轻触“忧伤”的唇吻, Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, 他便悄然停止了呜咽。  And they complain no more.  象奥瑞斯忒斯,我祈求宁静! Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! 受欢迎、被祈求、最可爱的夜 Descend with broad-winged flight, 展开她广阔无垠的翅膀 The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair,   飞行着,降临我们的世界。 The best-beloved Night!   打字: 王笑飞 (xiaofei@acsu.buffalo.edu) *longfellow.004 朗费罗 - 箭与歌 我把一之箭向空中射出, 它落下地来, 不知在何处; 那么急, 那么快, 眼睛怎能 跟得上它一去如飞的踪影? 我把一支歌向空中吐出, 它落下地来, 不知在何处; 有谁的眼力这么尖,这么强, 竟能追上歌声的飞扬? 很久以后,我找到那支箭, 插在橡树上,还不曾折断; 也找到那支歌,首尾俱全, 一直藏在朋友的心间. *longfellow.005 朗费罗 -- 诗人和他的歌 象春天飞来的鸟儿 不知来自哪里, 象黄昏出现的星儿 来自深深的天宇; 象霖雨降自云霓, 象溪水出于土地, 象或低或昂的声音 蓦然冲破了岑寂; 象葡萄结在藤上, 象果子挂满枝条, 象清风吹入松柏, 象海洋泛起怒潮; 象船儿点点白帆 闪露在大海边缘, 象微笑浮上唇吻, 银沫从碧波涌现: 诗歌就这样来临, 从烟雾迷离的疆土, 从广阔的陌生国境, 向诗人心灵吹度。 是他的,又不是他的-- 他所唱出的歌曲; 是他的,又不是他的-- 歌曲和他的荣誉。 因为诗歌的声音 日夜都向他催逼, 当天使说出:“写吧!” 他就得听从,动笔。 杨德豫译,朗费罗诗选,人民文学出版社,北京,1985。 输入:王笑飞(xiaofei@acsu。buffalo。edu) *longfellow.006 朗费罗 -- 海滨一夏日 夕阳西下,最后的余晖残照中, 只见灰白,金黄的纤云一片, 在那琥珀色天穹徐徐舒展, 好象从先知身上飘落的斗篷。 座座灯塔在远近岬角齐明, 宛如点亮了大海的街灯盏盏, 看呵,夜的大纛临空飘展, 白昼早已悄然溜入了梦境。 哦,赏心悦目的海滨夏日! 你是这样洁白,又这样奇诡! 你是充满喜悦,又充满悲哀! 天长日久,不论何时,你总是 一些人为已逝欢情志哀的墓碑, 一些人为已新辟疆土志喜的界牌。 杨德豫译,朗费罗诗选,人民文学出版社,北京,1985。 输入:王笑飞(xiaofei@acsu。buffalo。edu) *longfellow.007 朗费罗 -- 混血女 杨德豫译 奴隶贩子把帆船停在 宽阔的咸水湖中; 他要等待上升的月亮, 等待黄昏的海风. 他的船拴在岸边,那一群 无精打采的水手 注视着一条灰白的鳄鱼 游入静静的湖口. 橙花和豆蔻的阵阵香气 飘送到他们身边, 有如天国的仙风袅袅 吹到罪恶的人间. 棕叶盖顶的屋里,农场主 想着心事,抽着烟; 奴隶贩子,象急着要走, 大拇指按着门闩. 他说:"我的帆船就停在 宽阔的咸水湖上; 我只等着晚上的潮水, 等着上升的月亮." 他们面前,仰脸站着的 是一个混写女郎, 有几分好奇,有几分害怕 怯生生可怜模样. 她脖子、胳臂露在外边, 一双眼又亮又大; 身上除了那鲜明的袍子, 只披着长长的黑发. 一丝笑意浮现在唇边, 圣洁、温柔、恬淡, 有如教堂廊道的灯火, 有如圣者的容颜. 农场主想着心事,叨咕着: "这农场,地老,田荒;" 他看看奴隶贩子的金子, 又看看身边的女郎. 他心里有斗争,晓得是罪孽: 只有他,才最了解 是谁的情欲给了她生命, 他的血管里流着谁的血. 可是天性的呼声太微弱, 他抓起亮晶晶的黄金! 女郎的双颊死一样惨白, 他两手冷得象冰. 奴隶贩子拉着她得手, 把她拉出了门口, 带她去隔山隔海的异乡, 当他的奴隶和姘头! 杨德豫译,朗费罗诗选,人民文学出版社,北京,1985。 输入:王笑飞(xiaofei@acsu.buffalo.edu) 〖原文〗 THE QUADROON GIRL THE Slaver in the broad lagoon Lay moored with idle sail; He waited for the rising moon, And for the evening gale. Under the shore his boat was tied, And all her listless crew Watched the gray alligator slide Into the still bayou. Odors of orange-flowers, and spice, Reached them from time to time, Like airs that breathe from Paradise Upon a world of crime. The Planter, under his roof of thatch, Smoked thoughtfully and slow; The Slaver's thumb was on the latch, He seemed in haste to go. He said, "My ship at anchor rides In yonder broad lagoon; I only wait the evening tides, And the rising of the moon." Before them, with her face upraised, In timid attitude, Like one half curious, half amazed, A Quadroon maiden stood. Her eyes were large, and full of light, Her arms and neck were bare; No garment she wore save a kirtle bright, And her own long, raven hair. And on her lips there played a smile As holy, meek, and faint, As lights in some cathedral aisle The features of a saint. "The soil is barren, -- the farm is old," The thoughtful planter said; The looked upon the Slaver's gold, And the upon the maid. His heart within him was at strife With such accused gains: For he know whose passions gave her life, Whose blood ran in her veins. But the voice of nature was too weak; He took the glittering gold! Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek, Her hands as icy cold. The Slaver led her from the door, He led her by the hand, To be his slave and paramour In a strange and distant land! from "The Poetical Works of Longfellow", Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston, 1975. typed in: xiaofei@acsu.buffalo.edu ( Xiaofei Wang ) 〖作者介绍〗 亨利。瓦兹沃思。朗费罗(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,1807-1882)是十九世纪 美国著名诗人。他的诗曾经在美国和欧洲拥有众多的读者,获得广泛的声誉。据钱 钟书先生考证,他的名篇“人生颂”是英语诗歌中最早译成汉语的一首。他的两部 长诗“哈依瓦撒之歌”和“伊凡吉琳”五十年代已在我国翻译出版。 朗费罗于一八七年二月二十七日诞生在美国缅因州波特兰。他的父亲是一个律师 ,母亲是一个诗歌爱好者。他的童年和少年时期是在故乡度过的。在这里,他熟悉 了海洋、船舶和水手的生涯,熟悉了祖国的历史和民间传说,熟悉了当地老移民的 故事,也熟悉了印第安人的神话。他从小就喜爱文学作品十三岁就开始在波士顿美 国文学报上发表诗作;一八二二年进入缅因州的博多因学院学习,在学院的最后一 年成为美国文学报的经常撰稿人。一八二五年受学院的委派,他到欧洲去游学,先 后到了法国、西班牙、意大利和德国研究他们的语言和文学。欧洲的游历使他开阔 了眼界,增长了见闻,熟悉了这些国家的历史文化和民情习俗。 十九世纪上半世纪,美国南方存在蓄奴制度。诗人的同情完全在被奴疫的黑人方面 。他的组诗“奴役篇”传诵一时。对于受殖民主义者迫害、屠杀的印第安人,朗费 罗也报着恳挚的同情与关切。诗人最出色的长诗“哈依瓦撒之歌”,是一部印第安 民族史诗。朗费罗因这部作品而受到印第安人的敬爱。 除了以上有关政治、社会题材的作品以外,朗费罗还写了大量的以普通人的日常生 活的为题材的篇章。诗人以细腻隽永的笔触描写了美国人民的生活,美国的自然风 景,田野和农庄,海洋和吵汐,牧歌式的家常景象,生活的情趣,孩子的天真,还 娓娓动听的讲述了一些韵味盎然的民间故事和传说。朗费罗是以写这些诗见长的, 也是以写这些诗闻名于世的。 从创作方法上看朗费罗既不是典型的浪漫主义者,也不是典型的现实主义者。 一九八一年,即他去世的前一年,所有的美国学校庆祝他的生日。三年以后,他的 半身塑像树立在威斯敏斯特教堂的诗人之角。 王笑飞(xiaofei@acsu.buffalo.edu)摘编自 杨德豫译,朗费罗诗选,人民文学出版社,1985。 H。W。Longfellow,Evangeline and selected tales and poems,New American Library,1964。 *longfellow.008 朗费罗 --日光与月光 昨天中午,亮堂堂, 我望见天边的月亮, 它那样苍白,暗淡, 象学童放出的纸鸢。 亮堂堂,昨天白天, 我吟诵诗人的诗篇, 它那样神奇,幽晦, 象幻影,又象鬼魅。 终于,炎炎的白昼 象激情一样溜走, 安详、沉静的夜幕 笼罩了村庄、山谷。 月亮,皎洁而丰盈, 象容光焕发的仙灵, 清辉向四方远送, 盈溢了寥阔夜空。 诗人的歌儿又响起, 象乐曲萦回恼际; 夜向我细细解说 歌声的神奇和魅惑。 输入:xiaofei@acsu.buffalo.edu (王笑飞) *longfellow.009 郎费罗--逝去的青春 LONGFELLOW -- MY LOST YOUTH Often I think of the beautiful town 那美丽的古城常教我怀想, That is seated by the sea; 它就座落在大海边上; Often in thought go up and down 多少次,我恍惚神游于故乡, The pleasant streets of that dear old town, 在那些可爱的街衢上来往, And my youth comes back to me. 俨然又回到了年少的时光。 And a verse of a Lapland song 一首拉普兰民歌里的诗句 Is haunting my memory still: 一直在我记忆里回荡: ``A boy's will is the wind's will, “孩子的愿望是风的愿望, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'' 青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。” I can see the shadowy lines of its trees, 我望见葱茏的树木成行, And catch, in sudden gleams, 从忽隐忽现的闪闪波光 The sheen of the far-surrounding seas, 撇见了远处环抱的海洋; And islands that were the Hesperides 那些岛,就象是极西仙境, Of all my boyish dreams. 小时候惹动我多少梦想! And the burden of that old song, 那首古老民歌的迭句 It murmurs and whispers still: 依旧在耳边喃喃低唱: ``A boy's will is the wind's will, “孩子的愿望是风的愿望, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'' 青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。” I remember the black wharves and slips, 我记得乌黑的码头和船台, And the sea-tides tossing free; 海上恣意奔腾的潮汐; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, 满嘴胡须的西班牙水手, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, 一艘艘船舶的壮丽神奇, And the magic of the sea. 茫茫大海诱人的魔力。 And the voice of that wayward song 那萦回不去的执拗歌声 Is singing and saying still: 仍然在那里又唱又讲: ``A boy's will is the wind's will, “孩子的愿望是风的愿望, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'' 青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。” I remember the bulwarks by the shore, 我记得岸上的防御工事, And the fort upon the hill; 记得山头耸立的碉楼; The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar, 日出时,大炮隆隆怒吼, The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, 鼙鼓一阵阵雷响不休, And the bugle wild and shrill. 号角激昂锐利的吹奏。 And the music of that old song 那首民歌的悠扬曲调 Throbs in my memery still: 依然波动在我的心头: ``A boy's will is the wind's will, “孩子的愿望是风的愿望, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'' 青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。” I remember the sea-fight far away, 我记得那次远处的海战, How it thundered o'er the tide! 炮声在滚滚浪潮上震荡; And the dead captains, as they lay 两位船长,在墓中安躺, In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay 俯临着寂廖宁静的海湾-- Where they in battle died. 那就是他们战死的沙场。 And the sound of that mournful song 那哀怨的歌声往复回翔, Goes through me with a thrill: 颤栗的音波流过我心房: ``A boy's will is the wind's will, “孩子的愿望是风的愿望, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'' 青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。” I can see the breezy dome of groves, 我看见微风里林木亭亭, The shadows of Deering's Woods; 荻岭森林洒布着阴影; And the friendships old and the early loves 旧日的友谊,早年的恋情 Comes back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves 以安舒的音调回到我心里, In quiet neighborhoods. 宛如幽静邻里的鸽鸣。 And the verse of that sweet old song, 那古老民歌的甜美诗句 It flutters and murmurs still: 依稀在低语,在颤动不停: ``A boy's will is the wind's will, “孩子的愿望是风的愿望, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'' 青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。” I remember the gleams and glooms that dart 我记得缕缕的亮光和暗影 Across the school-boy's brain; 翩翩掠过我童稚的心灵; The song and the silence in the heart, 心底蕴藏的歌声和静默 That in part are prophecies, and in part 有几分是预言,还有几分 Are longs wild and vain. 是狂热而又虚幻的憧憬。 And the voice of that fitful song 听啊,那起伏不定的歌声 Sings on, and is never still: 还在唱着,总也不平静: ``A boy's will is the wind's will, “孩子的愿望是风的愿望, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'' 青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。” There are things of which I may not speak; 有一些梦境永不会泯灭; There are dreams that can not die; 有一些情景我不能倾诉; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, 有一些愁思,使心灵疲弱, And bring a pallor into the cheek, 使脸色苍白--象白蜡新涂, And a mist before the eye. 使眼睛湿润--象蒙上潮雾。 And the words of that fatal song 那句不详的歌词好象 Comes over me like a chill: 一个寒颤落到我身上: ``A boy's will is the wind's will, “孩子的愿望是风的愿望, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'' 青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。” Strange to me now are the forms I meet 当我重临这亲爱的古城, When I visit the dear old town; 眼中的景象已这般陌生; But the native air is pure and sweet, 但故乡的空气甘美而纯净, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, 熟识的街衢洒满了树影, As they balance up and down, 树枝上下摆动个不停, Are singing the beautiful song, 都在唱着那动人的歌声, Are sighing and whispering still: 在低声叹息,在曼声吟咏: ``A boy's will is the wind's will, “孩子的愿望是风的愿望, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'' 青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。” And the Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, 怀着近似痛苦的欢欣, And with joy that is almost pain 我的心魂象故国飞奔; My heart goes back to wander there, 荻岭森林秀丽而鲜润; And among the dreams of the days that were, 从一一重温的缤纷旧梦里, I find my lost youth again. 我又觅回了逝去的青春。 And the strange and beautiful song, 树丛还在反复的吟唱 The groves are repeating it still: 那奇异而又美妙的诗行: ``A boy's will is the wind's will, “孩子的愿望是风的愿望, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'' 青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline and selected tales and poems, New American Library, 1964. 杨德豫译,朗费罗诗选,人民文学出版社,一九八五。 植字:王笑飞 xiaofei@acsu.buffalo.edu *longfellow.010 朗费罗《得失》 LONGFELLOW -- LOST AND GAIN When I compare    当我对比 What I have lost with what I have gained, 我所获得与我所失掉, What I have missed with what attained, 我所错过与我所达到, Little room do I find for pride. 发现没有什么可夸耀。 I am aware    我以查觉 How many days have been idly spent; 无端虚掷了多少时光; How like an arrow the good indent 美好的意愿就象一支箭, Has fallen short or been turned aside. 中途落下了,或飞象一旁。 But who shall dare    可是谁敢 To measure loss and gain in this wise? 用这种方法来衡量得失? Defeat may be victory in disguise; 失败可能是变相的胜利, The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. 最低朝就是高潮的开始。 H. W. Longfellow, The Complete poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1902. 杨德豫译,朗费罗诗选,人民文学出版社,一九八五。 植字:王笑飞 xiaofei@acsu.buffalo.edu *longfellow.011 亨 瓦 朗费罗《基陵沃思的鸟儿》 H W LONGFELLOW -- THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH It was the season, when through all the land 季节到了,到处有山鸟和画眉 The merle and mavis build, and biulding sing  营建新巢,一边干活一边唱; Those lovely lyrics, written by His hand, 它们所唱的抒情诗,作者是谁? Whom Saxon Caedmon calls the Blithe-heart King;  便是开蒙所说的“慈爱之王”; When on the boughs the purple buds expand, 树枝上紫红的花蕾绽苞吐 The banners of the vanguard of the Spring,  象是春神的先遣队,旗帜飘扬; And rivulets, rejoicing, rush and leap, 兴高采烈的小溪,奔腾欢跳, And wave their fluttering signals from the steep. 从峭壁跃下,浪花闪闪如信号。 The robin and the bluebird, piping loud, 红襟鸟,蓝色知更鸟,尖声啭鸣, Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee;  使花枝招展的果园喜气洋溢; The sparrows cirpled as if they still were proud 麻雀叽喳叫,仿佛也知道《圣经》 Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be;  提到过他们,因此自鸣得意; And hungry crows, assembled in a crowd, 饥肠辘辘的乌鸦聚集成群, Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly,  没完没了的叫唤,哀哀求乞, Knowing who hears the ravens cry, and said: 知道上帝听得见它们啼叫, "Give us, O lord, this day, our daily bread!" 祷告着:“主啊,今天让我们吃饱!” Across the Sound the birds of passage sailed, 穿越过这些声音,飞来了候鸟, Speaking some unknown language strange and sweet 带着远方热带岛屿的口音-- Of tropic isle remote, and passing hailed 陌生,却悠扬悦耳;它们一飞到 The village with the cheers of all their fleet;  便全队齐鸣,向眼底的村庄致敬; Or quarrelling together, laughed and railed 有时也互相嘲笑、抱怨或争吵, Like foreign sailors, landed in the street  象一群外国水手,在海港城镇 Of seaport town, and with outlandish noise 上岸逛街叽哩咕噜地喧哗, Of oaths and gibberish frightening girls and boys. 用洋话骂人吓唬男孩和女娃。 Thus came the jocund Spring in Killingworth, 百八年以前,有传奇色彩的年代里, In fabulous days, some hundred years ago;  在基陵沃思,快乐的春天有来到; And thrifty farmers, as they tilled the earth, 简朴的农夫正忙着耕田种地, Heard with alarm the cawing of the crow,  惊慌地听到乌鸦哇哇乱叫, That mingled with the universal mirth, 这惊慌搅动了大地回春的欢喜, Cassandra-like, prognosticating woe; 象卡珊德拉的话,是不详之兆; They shook their heads, and doomed with dreadful words  农夫们摇头皱脸,骂得挺凶, To swift destrution the whole race of birds. 咒骂所有的鸟儿都快快绝种。 And a town-meeting was convened straight-way 决定了,全镇大会要立即举行, To set a price upon the guilty heads  悬赏缉拿这些掠夺者,罪犯; Of these marauders, who in lieu of pay, 这些鸟儿们,从来也不掏分文, Levied black-mail upon the garden beds  只会向农田,果园横征暴敛; And cornfields, and beheld without dismay 满不在乎地瞅着田里的稻草人, The awful scarecrow, with his fluttering shreds;  瞅着他身上的破布条随风摇颤; The skeleton that waited at their feast. 他象个骷髅,伺候着鸟儿的宴会, Whereby their sinful pleasure was increased. 有了他,它们吃得津津有味。 Then from his house, a temple painted white, 从一座漆成白色的华丽圣殿 With fluted columns, and a roof of read,  (有凹园饰柱,还有朱红的屋顶), The Squire came forth, august and splendid sight! 治安官走了出来,步履庄严, Slowly descending, with majestic tread,  缓缓下阶,好一派威风凛凛! Three flights of steps, nor looking left nor right, 他连下三级,不斜视左边、右边, Down the long treet he walked, as one who said,  沿长街走去,神情仿拂在表明: "A twon that boasts inhabitants like me “本城既然住下了我这号人物, Can have no lack of good society!" 社会名流就定然不在少数!” The Parson, too, appeared, a man austere, 教区牧师也来了,板着一副脸, The instinct of whose nature was to kill;  这家伙天赋的的本能便是要杀戮; The wrath of God he preached from year to year, 他宣讲“神怒”“天罚”一年又一年, And read, with fervor, Edwards on the Will;  他热心诵读爱德华的“意志书”; His favorate pastime was to slay the deer 他特别嗜好的娱乐便是在夏天 In Summer on some Adirondac hill;  到阿迪朗达克山上去捕杀糜鹿; E'en now, while walking down the rural lane, 就连这会儿,他走在乡间小路上, He lopped the wayside lilies with his cane. 也挥舞拐棍,把路边百合花扫个光。 >From the Academy, whose belfry crowned 这边是专科学校,它那座钟楼 The hill of Science with its vane of brass,  耸立在科学山上,楼顶有风向标; Came the Preceptor, gazing idly round, 校长度出来,懒洋洋环顾四周, Now at the clouds, and now at the green grass,  抬头看看云,又低头看看绿草; And all absorbed in reveries profound 都只为高年级标致的阿米拉小妞, Of fair Almira in the upper class,  害得他白日做梦,神魂颠倒; Who was, as in a sonnet he had said, 他写过一首十四行,把她夸赞, As pure as water, and s good as bread. 说她比水还纯洁,比面包还解馋。 And next the Deacon issued from his door, 接着,教会执事从家门走出, In his voluminous neck-cloth, white as snow;  雪白的肥大领饰围在脖子边; A suit of sable bombazine he wore; 穿一套黑色邦巴辛毛葛衣服; His form was ponderous, and his step was slow;  只见他形体笨重,步履蹒跚; There never was so wise a man before; 他乃是智慧的化身,旷古所无: He seemed the incarnate ``Well, I told you so!''  “我早就训示过你们,如此这般!” And to perpetuate his great renown 想叫他鼎鼎大名永存不灭, There was a street name after himin town. 还用他名字命名了本镇一条街。 These came together in the new town-hall, 这几位一并驾临新盖的会议厅, With sundry farmers from the region round.  在就是来自近郊的农夫,乡下姥。 The Squire presided, dignified and tall, 尊严的治安官当主席,身材笔挺, His air impressive and his reasoning sound;  一表不凡,发议论井井有条。 Ill fared it with the birds, both great and small; 鸟儿们(大鸟或小鸟)却不走运, Hardly a friend in all that crowd they found,  整个人堆里,没有谁给他们撑腰; But enemies enough, who every one 跟他们作对的可多了:个个都指责 Charged them with all of the crimes beneath the sun. 他们在光天化日下的罪恶。 When they had ended, from his place apart 大伙儿全都讲完了,校长便起立, Rose the preceptor, to redress the wrong,  离开座位,来纠正众人的错误; And, trembling like a steed before the start, 象出发前的骏马,总有些战栗, Looked round bewildered on the expectant throng;  他面对这么多观众,也有点发怵; Then thought of fair Almira, and took heart 想起了美人儿阿米拉,便鼓足勇气, To speak out what was in him, clear and strong,  说出了心里的想法,毫不含糊; Alike regardless of their smile or frown, 他决定:对听众的喜怒不以为意, And quite determinded not to be laughed down. 不管听众怎么笑,也坚持讲到底。 ``Plato, anticipating the Reviewers, “早在评论家以前,柏拉图 From his Republic banished without pity  就从他的理想国赶走了诗人; The Poets; in this little town of yours, 你们打算靠一个委员会的帮助, You put to death, by means of a Committee,  打算在你们这座小小的城镇, The ballad-singers and the Troubadours, 把这些吟游诗人、民谣歌手, The street musicians of the heavenly city,  这些天国的乐师--鸟儿们都杀尽! The birds, who make sweet music for us all 当我们受苦时,是他们演奏乐章 In our dark hours, as David did for Saul. 安慰了我们,象大卫对扫罗那样。 ``The thrush that carols at the dawn of the day ”松树林子里,从那碧绿的树梢, From the green steeples of the piny wood;   天一亮,就想起画眉欢快的颂歌; The roiole in the elm; the noisy jay, 榆树上有黄莺,还有欢快的坚鸟 Jargoning like a foreigner at his food;  边吃边叫唤,腔调象异邦来客; The bluebird balanced on some topmost spray, 蓝色知更鸟,在最高的枝上摇呀摇 Flooding with melody the neighborhood;  动听的歌曲把邻近的地区都淹没; Linner and meadow-lark, and all the throng 红雀、野百灵,以及世界上所有 That dwell in nests, and have the gift of song. 在巢里安家的才华天纵的歌手。 ``You slay them all! and wherefore? for the gain “你们却要把它们杀光!为哪条? Of a scant handful more or less of wheat,   他们在下雨以后,脚儿勤快, Or rye, or barley, or some other grain. 去寻找毛虫、象鼻虫,却偶然找到 Scratched up at random by industrious feet,  不足一把的小麦,或大麦、黑麦, Searching for worm or weevil after rain! 或其他谷粒,因此便法网难逃? Or a few cherries, that are not so sweet  还是怪它们把几颗樱桃啄坏? As are the songs these uninvited guests 那樱桃虽也甜美,怎么比得上 Sing at their feast with comfortable breasts. 这些小客人会餐时恰意的吟唱? ``Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? ”想过吗,它们是何等奇妙的生灵? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught   想过吗,是谁的巨手把他们造出? The dialect they speak, where melodies 谁教会它们语言--在这种语言中, Alone are the interpreters of thought?  思想只能用美妙的乐曲来表述? Whose household words are songs in many keys, 它们的家常话是五音繁会的歌声, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught!  那甜美,人间的乐器是远远不如! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even 它们建立在绿树顶上的家园 Are the-half way houses on the road to heaven! 便是从尘世前往天国的中途站! ``Think, every morning when the sun peeps through “想想吧,每天清早,在幽暗的林地, The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove,   当阳光窥探绿叶织成的格子窗, How jubilant the happy birds renew 心花怒放的鸟儿们又一次唱起 Their old, melodious madrigals of love!  古老的迷人的情歌,该多么欢畅! And when you think of this, remember too 还得要记住:不论哪个时辰里, 'T is always morning somewhere, and above  世界上总有些地方刚刚天亮, The awakening continents, from shore to shore, 大洋两岸,被晨光唤醒的地域中, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. 永远有鸟儿的歌声响彻长空。 ``Think of your woods and orchards without birds! ”想想吧:树林里,果园里,鸟儿都绝迹! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams   树枝上,屋梁上,鸟巢都空空荡荡, As in an idiot's brain remembered words 象个傻小子模糊记得的几个字, Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!  白白挂在脑瓜里一团乱丝上! Will bleat of flocks or bellowing of herds 当你们的牲口把粮食拉回家里, Make up for the lost music, when your teams  在没有会飞的拾惠者跟在车旁, Drag home the stingy harvest, and no more 是不是就让羊叫牛鸣的合奏 The feathered gleaners follow to your door? 来补偿那一去不返的妙曲仙喉? ``What! would you rather see the incessant stir “难道你们情愿去欣赏昆虫 Of insects in the windrows of the hay,   在干草中嗡嗡不息的吵闹? And hear the locust and the grasshopper 难道你们情愿听蚂蚱、蚱蜢 Their melancholy hurdy-gurdies play?  弹琴奏曲,发出凄切的哀叫? In this more pleasant to you than the whir 难道这些更好听,胜过野百灵 Of meadow-lark, and her sweet roundelay,  飞过的嗖艘声,和柔婉动人的歌调? Or twitter of little field-fares, as you take 胜过小小鸫鸟的叽叽喳喳, Your nooning in the shade of bush and brake? 当你们中午歇息在树荫之下? ``You call them thieves and pillagers; but know, ”你们说它们是小偷、强盗;其实 They are the winged wardens of your farms,   它们象卫兵,把你们的农田看守; Who from the cornfields drive the insidious foe, 是它们使庄稼免遭上百种损失, And from your harvests keep a hundred harms;  是它们赶走麦地里暗藏的敌寇; Even the blackest of them all, the crow, 就连最黑的鸟儿--乌鸦,也是 Renders good service as your man-at-arms,  你们的兵丁,为你们效劳奔走: Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail, 他啄食甲虫,劈开那坚硬的外套, And crying havoc on the slug and snail. 象蜗牛、鼻涕虫发出毁灭的警告。 ``How can I teach your children gentleness, “想想吧:我历来教育你们的孩子 And mercy to the week, and reverence   要温和,要怜惜弱者,要敬畏生命-- For life, which in its weakness or excess, 只要是生命,强也好,若也好,它总是 Is still a gleam of God's omnipotence,  全能的上帝赐予的一线光明; Or Death, which, seeming darkness, is no less 也敬畏死亡--死亡虽黑暗,其实 The selfsame light, although averted hence,  正面也明亮,我们所见的是背影 When by your laws, your actions, and your speech, 你们的言行、法令若与此相反, You contradict the very things I teach?'' 今后我对孩子的教育怎么办?” With this he closed; and through the audience went 他的话说完了,这时,在听众中间 A murmur, like the rustle of dead leaves;  响起了一阵低语声,象枯叶作响; The farmers laughed and nodded, and some bent 农夫们嘲笑着,低着头,脖子朝下弯, Their heads together like their sheaves;  黄头发凑拢到一块,向麦捆一样; Men have no faith in fine-spun sentiment 满脑子只想着牛排牛肉的粗汉 Who put their trust in bullocks and beeves.  不相信那一套温文尔雅的名堂。 The birds were doomed; and, as the record shows, 鸟儿们横糟判决;大会还规定: A bounty offered for the heads of crows. 谁交来乌鸦脑袋,就发给奖金。 There was another audience out of reach, 有一批未到会的听众(制定法律时 Who had no voice nor vote in making laws,  他们无权表决也无法说话), But in the papers read his little speech, 在报上读到了校长简短的言词, And crowned his modest temples with applause;  向他的屋舍欢呼把心意表达; They made him conscious, each one more than each, 他们一个比一个更使他深知: He still was victor, vanquished in their cause.  会上虽输了他却是真正的赢家。 Sweetest of all the applause he won from thee, 欢呼中最甜蜜的欢呼,他得之于你-- O fair Almira at the Academy! 标志的阿米拉小妞在专科学校里! And so the dreadful massacre began; 随后,在果园、田野,在山顶、树林, O'er fields and orchards, and o'er woodland crests,  可怖的大规模屠杀悍然开始; The ceaseless fusillade of terror ran. 鸟儿们掉下来,死去,胸有血痕; Dead fell the birds, with blood-stains on their breasts,  暴行似连珠排炮,无休无止; Or wounded crept away from sight of man, 有一些鸟儿受了伤,逃离人群, While the young died of famine in their nests;  巢中留下的幼雏便活活饿死; A slaughter to be told in groans, not words, 这是鸟类的圣巴托罗缪惨祸, The very St. Bartholomew of Birds! 不是用言语,而是用悲啼来诉说。 The summer came, and all the birds were dead; 夏天来了,鸟儿们都以死光; The days were like hot coals; the very ground  天气象烧红的煤炭,土地烧成灰; Was burned to ashes; in the orchards fed 一座座果园把无数毛虫喂养, Myriads of caterpillars, and around  成群的昆虫爬动着,贪吃着美味, The cultivated fields and garden beds 挤满了农田、花圃的四面八方; Hosts of devouring insects crawled, and found  发现再没有敌人跟它们作对, No foe to check their march, till they had made 便尽情大嚼,把大地变成荒野, The land a desert without leaf ot shade. 不剩下一点凉荫,一片绿叶。 Devoured by worms, like Herod, was the town, 这城镇,象希律一样,被虫子吃掉, Because, like Herod, it has ruthlessly  因为它,象希律一样,也滥杀无辜。 Slaughtered the Innocents. From the trees spun down 在枯木朽枝中间,有游丝悬吊, The cranker-worms upon the passers-by,  尺蠖落到过路人脸上,黏糊糊, Upon each women's bonnet, shawl, and gown, 也落向太太们的软帽、披巾、长袍, Who shook the terror off with just a little cry;  她们赶紧抖掉它还发出惊呼; They were the terror of each favorite walk, 谁出去走走,总有这虫子捣乱, The endless theme of all of the village talk. 乡下人都在叨咕它,没了没完。 The farmers grew impatient, but a few 农夫们焦躁起来,其中有几位 Confessed their error, and would not complain,  晓得是自己错了,没有发牢骚; For after all, the best thing one can do 天要下雨,你能有什么作为? When it is raining, is to let it rain.  要下让他下--只有这么办最好。 Then they repealed the law, although they knew 当局又宣布:把那道法令作废; It would not call the dead to life again;  心里也明白:死了的在也活不了。 As school-boys, finding mistake too late, 象学童终于发现题目已做错, Draw a wet sponge across the accusing slate. 赶快拿起湿海绵把石板涂抹。 That year in Killingworth the Autumn came 基陵沃思的秋天来了,这时节 Without the light of his majestic look,  在也见不到往年的壮丽景象: The wonder of the falling tongues of flame, 见不到火舌般满天飞舞的红叶, The illuminated pages of his Diim's-Day book.  象《土地全书》,一页页被霞光照亮。 A few lost leaves blushed crimson with their shame, 几片残存的叶子,羞红了脸色, And drowned themselves despairing in the brook,  绝望地委身于河沟,随波逐浪; While the wild wind went moaning everywhere, 凄厉的秋风奔走着,呜咽唏嘘, Lamenting the dead children of the air. 哀悼苍天的那些夭逝的儿女! But the next Spring a stranger sight was seen, 可是第二年春天又出了奇迹-- A sight that never yet by bard sung,  这奇迹,从来不曾有诗人唱过他; As great a wonder as it would have been 若问世上什么事能和它相比? If some dumb animal had found a tongue!  怕只有哑畜生居然开口说话!-- A wagon, overarched with evergreen, 驶来了一辆车,车顶用冬青枝盖起, Upon whose boughs were wicker cages hung,  一架架柳条鸟笼悬挂在枝下, All full of singing birds, came down the street, 笼里装满了各色各样的鸣禽, Filling the air with music wild and sweet. 空间充满了甜美潦亮的乐音。 >From all the country round these birds were brought, 奉本镇命令,从四处乡间野外 By order of the town, with anxious quest,  搜罗到这些鸟儿,送来此处; And, loosened from their wicker prisons, sought 然后把它们的柳条笼打开, In woods and fields and places they love best, 让它们到树林、田野去寻求乐土; Singing loud canticles, which many thought 它们高唱的颂歌,很多人听来 Were satire to the authorities addressed,  象是在嘲讽本镇的当权人物; While others, listening in green lanes, averred 有些人,在绿色小径上倾听良久, Such lovely music never had been heard! 说这样迷人的乐曲自古未有。 But blither still and louder carolled they 到了第二天,歌声更高、更欢畅, Upon the morror, for they seemed to know  看来,鸟儿们仿拂也欣然知悉 It was the fair Almira's wedding-day, 美人儿阿米拉这一天要作新娘; And everywhere, around, above, below,  当校长眉开眼笑,带走娇妻, When the Preceptor bore his bride away, 只听得前后左右,上下四方, Their songs burst forth in joyous overflow,  鸟儿们歌喉齐吐,欢情洋溢; And a new heaven bent over a new earth 在基陵沃思阳光照耀的田野里, Amid the sunny farms of Killingworth. 如今又是一片崭新的天地。 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline and selected tales and poems, New American Library, 1964. 杨德豫译,朗费罗诗选,人民文学出版社,一九八五。 植字:王笑飞 xiaofei@acsu.buffalo.edu *longfellow.012 朗费罗--小溪与海浪 LONGFELLOW -- THE BROOK AND THE WAVE THE brooklet came from the mountain, 小溪从山上流下, As sang the bard of old,  象诗人边游边唱, Running with feet of silver 用它银白的脚儿 Over the sands of gold!  奔跑在金黄的沙上。 Far away in the briny ocean 在那远远的咸水洋, There rolled a turbulent wave,  奔腾着狂暴的海浪, Now singing along the sea-beach, 忽而高歌在海滩畔, Now howling along the cave.  忽而怒吼在洞穴旁。 And the brooklet has found the billow, 尽管相隔这么远, Though they flowed so far apart,  小溪也找到了海浪, And has filled with freshness and sweetness 用清新、甜美来注满 That burbulent, bitte heart!  那狂暴、苦涩的心肠。 H. W. Longfellow, The Complete poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1902. 杨德豫译,朗费罗诗选,人民文学出版社,一九八五。 植字:王笑飞 xiaofei@acsu.buffalo.edu * K. Gibran 「On Work」 冰心译     你工作为的是要与大地和大地的精神一同前进。     因为惰逸使你成为一个时代的生客,一个生命大队中的落伍者,这大队是庄严的,高傲而服从的,向着无穷前进的。     当你工作的时候,你是一管笛,从你心中吹出时光的微语,变成音乐。     你们谁肯做一根芦管,在万物合唱的时候,你独痴呆无声呢?     你们常听人说,工作是祸殃,劳动是不幸。     我却对你们说,你们工作的时候,你们完成了大地深远的梦之一部,他指示你那梦是从何时开头的。     而在你劳动不息的时候,你确实爱了生命。     在工作里爱了生命,就是通彻了生命最深的秘密。     倘然在你的辛苦里,将有身之苦恼和养身之诅咒,写上你的眉间,则我将回答你,只有你眉间的汗,能洗去这些字句。     你们也听见人说,生命是黑暗的,在你的疲劳之中,你附和了那疲劳的人所说的话。     我说生命的确是黑暗的,除非是有了激励;     一切的激励都是盲目的,除非是有了知识;     一切的知识都是徒然的,除非是有了工作;     一切的工作都是空虚的,除非是有了爱。     当你仁爱地工作的时候,你便与自己、与人类、与上帝连系为一。     怎样才是仁爱地工作呢?     从你的心中抽丝织成布帛,仿佛你的爱者要来穿此衣裳。     热情地盖造房屋,仿佛你的爱者要住在其中。     温存地播种,欢乐地收刈,仿佛你的爱者要来吃这产物。     这就是用你自己灵魂的气息,来充满你所制造的一切。     要知道一切受福的古人,都在你上头看视着。     我常听见你们仿佛在梦中说:“那在蜡石上表现出他自己灵魂的形象的人,是比耕地的人高贵多了。     那捉住虹霓,传神地画在布帛上的人,是比织履的人强多了。”     我却要说,不在梦中,而在正午清醒的时候,风对大橡树说话的声音,并不比对纤小的草叶所说的更甜柔;     只有那用他的爱心,把风声变成甜柔的歌曲的人,是伟大的。     工作是眼能看见的爱。     倘若你不是欢乐地却厌恶地工作,那还不如撇下工作,坐在大殿的门边,去乞求那些欢乐地工作的人的周济。     倘若你无精打采地烤着面包,你烤成的面包是苦的,只能救半个人的饥饿。     你若是怨望地压榨着葡萄酒,你的怨望,在酒里滴下了毒液。     倘若你象天使一般地唱,却不爱唱,你把人们能听到白日和黑夜的声音的耳朵都塞住了。 林玮 植字 *EEB.intro Introduction to Sonnets of E.E. Browning In this directory, ifcss.org:/china-studies/literature/poetry/EBB, are the poems from Elizabeth Barrett Browning (EBB)'s _Sonnets from the Portuguese_, which consists of 44 poems, in both English originals and Chinese translations. The Chinese is coded in HZ format. The 00.HZ is an introduction to EBB's life. The rest, nn.HZ, where nn ranges from 01 to 44, are the nn'th poem in the collection. The Chinese part was input by Ms XiaoFu based on the translations of Fang Ping (方平). The English (except `How do I love thee') was input by XiaoFei based on EBB Selected Poems, The John Hopkins University Press, 1988. `How do I love thee' input "micky wong" was checked with above reference. *00.EEB 她的诗和她的爱情     ---女诗人Elizabeth Barrett Browning小传 Elizabeth Browning是十九世纪英国著名女诗人,生于1806年3月6日。十五岁时,不幸骑马跌损了脊椎。从此,下肢瘫痪达24年。在她39岁那年,结识了小她6岁的诗人Robert Browning.她那充满着哀怨的生命从此打开了新的一章。她本来是一个残废的病人,生命,只剩下一长串没有欢乐的日子;青春,在生与死的边缘上黯然消逝。如今,在迟暮的岁月里赶上了早年的爱情。然 而,她只能流着泪,用无情的沉默来回答一声声爱情的呼唤。但是,爱情战胜了死亡,从死亡的阴影里救出了一个已经放弃了生命的人。就象神话中的英雄在悬崖边救出了被供奉给海怪的公主,替公主打开了裹在她周身的铁链;她那不知疲倦的情人也帮着她摆脱了她的惊慌、她的疑虑、她的哀怨,扶着她一步步来到了阳光底下。她动荡不安的感情逐渐变得稳定了;她对于人生开始有了信心,产生了眷恋。未来的幸福,不再是一团强烈的幻光,叫她不敢逼视,不敢伸出手去碰一下了。她敢于拿爱情来报答爱情了。 这份爱情使她奇迹班地重新站了起来。在病室中被禁锢了24年之后,她终于可以凭自己的双脚重新走到阳光下了。 白朗宁夫妇一起度过了15年幸福的生活,在这15年中,从不知道有一天的分离。1861年6月29日,白朗宁夫人永别了她的Robert。临终之前,她并没多大病疼,也没有预感,只是觉得倦;那是一个晚上,她正和白朗宁商量消夏的计划。她和他谈心说笑,用最温存的话表示她的爱情;后来她感到倦,就偎依在白朗宁的胸前睡去了。她这样地睡了几分钟,头突然垂了下来;他以为她是 一时昏晕,但是她去了,再不回来了。她在他的怀抱中瞑了目。她的容貌,象少女一般,微笑,快乐。 这部感人的诗集就是他们爱情生活的真实写照。它是英国文学史上的珍品之一。其美丽动人,甚至超过莎士比亚的十四行诗集。有多人译过这本诗集,如闻一多,查良铮(金庸)等。但我认为方平译得最好,令人爱不释手。这里Post的就是方平译本。白朗宁夫人最初开始写这十四行组诗大概是在她答应了白朗宁的求婚以后那一段时期。直到他们婚后住到了比萨,白朗宁才读到这本诗集。他不敢 把这文学上的无价之宝留给他一个人享受。1850年白朗宁夫人出版了一卷诗集,把这组十四行诗也收进在内,共四十四首,还取了一个总名,叫做《葡萄牙人十四行诗集》,用以掩饰作者身分,因白朗宁夫人不愿意把个人情诗发表今将这本诗集奉献给大家,希望大家会喜欢。 晓拂 Footnote: In the 1850 _Poems_ there are *43* ( fourty three ) sonnets. The sonnet previously called ``Future and Past'', which appeared divorced from _Sonnets from the Portuguese_ in the 1850 collection, was added to them as No. XLII ( 42 ) in 1856, bringing the number up to *44* ( fourty four ). Source: EBB Selected Poems, The John Hopkins University Press, 1988. *01.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第一首 我想起,当年希腊的诗人曾经歌咏: I thought once how Theocritus had sung 年复一年,那良辰在殷切的盼望中 Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, 翩然降临,各自带一份礼物 Who each one in a gracious hand appears 分送给世人--年老或是年少。 To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: 当我这么想,感叹着诗人的古调, And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, 穿过我泪眼所逐渐展开的幻觉, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, 我看见,那欢乐的岁月、哀伤的岁月-- The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, 我自己的年华,把一片片黑影接连着 Those of my own life, who by turns had flung 掠过我的身。紧接着,我就觉察 A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, (我哭了)我背后正有个神秘的黑影 So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move 在移动,而且一把揪住了我的发, Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair; 往后拉,还有一声吆喝(我只是在挣扎): And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, -- “这回是谁逮住了你?猜!”“死,”我答话。 `Guess now who holds thee?' -- `Death.' I said. But, there 听哪,那银铃似的回音:“不是死,是爱!” The silver answer rang, -- `Not Death, but love.' *02.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第二首 可是在上帝的全宇宙里,总共才只 But only three in all God's universe 三个人听见了你那句话:除了 Have heard this word thou hast said, -- Himself, beside 讲话的你、听话的我,就是他-- Thee speaking, and me listening! and replied 上帝自己!我们中间还有一个 One of us ... _that_ was God, ... and laid the curse 出来答话;那昏黑的诅咒落上 So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce 我的眼皮,挡了你,不让我看见, My sight from seeing thee, -- that if I had died, 就算我瞑了目,放上沉沉的“压眼钱”, The death-weights, placed there, would have signified 也不至于那么彻底隔绝。唉, Less absolute exclusion. `Nay' is worse 比谁都厉害,上帝的那一声“不行!” From God than from all others, O my friend! 要不然,世俗的诽谤离间不了我们, Men could not part us with their worldly jars, 任风波飞扬,也不能动摇那坚贞; Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend; 我们的手要伸过山岭,互相接触; Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars 有那么一天,天空滚到我俩中间, And, heaven being rolled between us at the end, 我俩向星辰起誓,还要更加握紧。 We should but vow the faster for the stars. *03.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第三首 我们原不一样,尊贵的人儿呀, Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! 原不一样是我们的职司和前程。 Unlike our uses and our destinies. 你我头上的天使,迎面飞来, Our ministering two angels look surprise 翅膀碰上了翅膀,彼此瞪着 On one another, as they strike athwart 惊愕的眼睛。你想,你是华宫里 Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art 后妃的上宾,千百双殷勤的明眸 A guest for queens to social pageantries, (哪怕挂满了泪珠,也不能教我的眼 With gages from a hundred brighter eyes 有这份光彩)请求你担任领唱。 Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part 那你干什么从那灯光辉映的纱窗里 Of chief musician. What hast _thou_ to do 望向我?--我,一个凄凉、流浪的 With looking from the lattice-lights at me, 歌手,疲乏地靠着柏树,吟叹在 A poor, tired, wandering singer, ... singing through 茫茫的黑暗里。圣油搽在你头上-- The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree? 可怜我,头上承受着凉透的夜露。 The chrism is on thine head, -- on mine, the dew, -- 只有死,才能把这样的一对扯个平。 And Death must dig the level where these agree. *04.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第四首 Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, 你曾经受到邀请,进入了宫廷, Most gracious singer of the high poems! where  温雅的歌手!你唱着崇高的诗篇; The dancers will break footing, from the care  贵客们停下舞步,为了好瞻仰你, Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more. 期待那丰满的朱唇再吐出清音; And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor 而你却抽起我的门闩,你果真 For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear  不嫌它亵渎了你的手?没谁看见, To let thy music drop here unaware  你甘让你那音乐飘落在我门前, In folds of golden fulness at my door? 叠作层层金声的富丽?你忍不忍? Look up and see the casement broken in, 你往上瞧,看这窗户都被闯破-- The bats and owlets builders in the roof!  是蝙蝠和夜莺的窠巢盘踞在顶梁, My cricket chirps against thy mandolin. 是啾啾的蟋蟀在跟你的琵琶应和! Hush, call no echo up in further proof  住声,别再激起回声来加深荒凉! Of desolation! there's a voice within 那里边有一个哀音,它必须深躲, That weeps ... as thou must sing ... alone, aloof.  在暗里哭泣--正象你应该当众歌唱。 *05.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第五首 我肃穆地端起了我沉重的心, I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, 象当年希腊女儿捧着那坛尸灰; As once Electra her sepulchral urn, 眼望着你,我把灰撒在你脚下。 And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn 请看呀,有多大一堆悲哀埋藏在 The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see 我这心坎里;而在那灰暗的深处, What a great heap of grief lay hid [1] in me, 那惨红的灰烬又怎样在隐约燃烧。 And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn 要是那点点火星给你鄙夷地 Through the ashen greyness. If thy foot in scorn 一脚踏灭、还它们一片黑暗, Could tread them out to darkness utterly, 这样也好。可是,你偏不, It might be well perhaps. But if instead 你要守在我身旁,等风来把尘土 Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow 扬起,把死灰吹活;爱呀,那戴在 The grey dust up, ... those laurels on thine head, 你头上的桂冠可不能给你做屏障, O my Beloved, will not shield thee so, 保护你不让这一片火焰烧坏了 That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred 那底下的发丝。快站远些呀,快走! The hair beneath. Stand further off then! go. [1] hid = hidden *06.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第六首 Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand 舍下我,走吧。可是我觉得,从此 Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore 我就一直徘徊在你的身影里。 Alone upon the threshold of my door 在那孤独的生命的边缘,从今再不能 Of individual life, I shall command 掌握自己的心灵,或是坦然地 The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand 把这手伸向日光,象从前那样, Serenely in the sunshine as before, 而能约束自己不感到你的指尖 Without the sense of that which I forbore -- 碰上我的掌心。劫运教天悬地殊 Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land 隔离了我们,却留下了你那颗心, Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine 在我的心房里搏动着双重声响。 With pulses that beat double. What I do 正象是酒,总尝得出原来的葡萄, And what I dream include thee, as the wine 我的起居和梦寐里,都有你的份。 Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue 当我向上帝祈祷,为着我自个儿 God for myself, He hears the name of thine, 他却听到了一个名字、那是你的; And sees within my eyes the tears of two. 又在我眼里,看见有两个人的眼泪。 *07.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第七首 The face of all the world is changed, I think, 全世界的面目,我想,忽然改变了, Since first I heard of the footsteps of thy soul 自从我第一次在心灵上听到你的步子 Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole 轻轻、轻轻,来到我身旁--穿过我和 betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink 死亡的边缘:那幽微的间隙。站在 Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, 那里的我,只道这一回该倒下了, Was caught up into love, and taught the whole 却不料被爱救起,还教给一曲 Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole 生命的新歌。上帝赐我洗礼的 God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink, 那一杯苦酒,我甘愿饮下,赞美它 And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear. 甜蜜--甜蜜的,如果有你在我身旁。 The names of a country, heaven, are changed away 天国和人间,将因为你的存在 For where thou art or shalt be, there or here; 而更改模样;而这曲歌,这支笛, And this ... this lute and song ... loved yesterday 昨日里给爱着,还让人感到亲切, ( The singing angels know ) are only dear 那歌唱的天使知道,就因为 Because thy name moves right in what they say. 一声声都有你的名字在荡漾。 *08.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第八首 你那样慷慨豪爽的施主呀,你把 What can I give thee back, O liberal 你心坎里金碧辉煌的宝藏、 And Princely giver, who hast brought the gold 原封地掏出来,只往我墙外推, And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold, 任凭象我这样的人去拣起,还是 And laid them on the outside of the wall 把这罕见的舍施丢下;教我拿什么 For such as I to take or leave withal, [1] 来作为你应得的报答?请不要 In unexpected largesse? am I cold, 说我太冷漠、太寡恩,你那许多 Ungrateful, that for these most manifold 重重叠叠的深情厚意,我却 High gifts, I render nothing back at all? 没有一些儿回敬;不,并不是 Not so; not cold, -- but very poor instead. 冷漠无情,实在我太寒伧。你问 Ask God who knows. For frequent tears have run 上帝就明白。那连绵的泪雨冲尽了 The colours from my life, and left so dead 我生命的光彩,只剩一片死沉沉的 And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done 苍白,不配给你当偎依的枕头。 To give the same as pillow to thy head. 走吧!尽把它踏在脚下,作垫石。 Go further! let it serve to trample on. [1] withal, Original meaning is 'likewise', or 'at the same time'. Here it means 'equally', 'with free choice'. *09.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第九首 我能不能有什么、就拿什么给你? Can it be right to give what I can give? 该不该让你紧挨著我,承受 To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears 我簌簌的苦泪;听著那伤逝的青春, As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years 在我的唇边重复著叹息,偶而 Re-sighing on my lips renunciative 浮起一丝微笑,哪怕你连劝带哄, Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live 也随即在叹息里寂灭?啊,我但怕 For all thy adjurations? O my fears, 这并不应该!我俩是不相称的 That this can scarce be right! We are not peers 一对,哪能匹配作情侣?我承认, So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve, 我也伤心,象我这样的施主 That givers of such gifts as mine are, must 只算得鄙吝。唉,可是我怎能够让 Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas! 我满身的尘土玷污了你的紫袍, I will not soil thy purple with my dust, 叫我的毒气喷向你那威尼斯晶杯! Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass, 我什么爱也不给,因为什么都不该给。 Nor give thee any love -- which were unjust. 爱呀,让我只爱著你,就算数了吧! Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass. *10.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第十首 EBB _Sonnets from the Portuguese_ No. X 不过只要是爱,是爱,可就是美, Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed 就值得你接受。你知道,爱就是火, And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright, 火总是光明的,不问着火的是庙堂 Let temple burn, or flax. And equal light 或者柴堆--那栋梁还是荆榛在烧, Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed. 火焰里总跳得出同样的光辉。当我 And love is fire. And when I say at need 不由得倾吐出:“我爱你!”在你的眼里, _I love thee ... mark! ... _I love thee_ -- in thy sight 那荣耀的瞬息,我忽然成了一尊金身, I stand transfigured, glorified aright, 感觉到有一道新吐的皓光从我天庭 With conscience of the new rays that proceed 投向你脸上。是爱,就无所谓卑下, Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low 即使是最微贱的在爱:那微贱的生命 In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures 献爱给上帝,宽宏的上帝受了它、 Who love God, God accepts while loving so. 又回赐给它爱。我那迸发的热情 And what I _feel_, across the inferior features 就象道光,通过我这陋质,昭示了 Of what I _am_, doth flash itself, and show 爱的大手笔怎样给造物润色。 How that great work of Love enhances Nature's. *11.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第十一首 Selected from EBB _The sonnets from the Portuguese_, No. XI 这么说,把爱情作为我的名份, And therefore if to love can be desert, 我还不是完全不配承受。虽然, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale 你看,两颊那么苍白,那摇晃的 As these you see, and trembling knees that fail 双膝仿佛负担不了沉重的心房; To bear the burden of a heavy heart. -- 这疲乏的行吟生涯也曾想望过 This weary minstrel-life that once was girt 把奥纳斯山峰攀登,却只落得一片 To climb Aornus, and can scare avail 辛酸的哀吟,怎好去跟谷莺竞奏?-- to pipe now 'gainst the valley nightingale 干吗提这些来着?啊,亲爱的, A melancholy music, why advert 不用讲,我高攀不上,不配在你身边 To these things? O belov\`ed, it is plain 占一个位置。可是,就因为我爱你, I am not of thy worth nor for thy place! 这片爱情提拔我,让我抬起了头、 And yet, because I love thee, I obtain 承受着光明,许我继续活下去, From that same love this vindicating grace, 哪怕是怎样枉然,也要爱你到底; To live on still in love, and yet in vain, ... 也要祝福你--即使拒绝你在当面。 To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face. *12.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第十二首 说真的,就是这为我所夸耀的爱吧, Indeed this very love which is my boast, 当它从胸房涌上眉梢,给我加上 And which, when rising up from breast to brow, 一顶皇冠--那一颗巨大的红宝石, Doth crown me with a ruby large enow 光彩夺目,让人知道它价值连城。。。。。。 To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost, ... 就算我这全部的、最高成就的爱吧, This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost, 我也不懂得怎样去爱,要不是你 I should not love withal, unless that thou 先立下示范,教给我该怎么办-- Hadst set me an example, shown me how, 当你恳切的目光第一次对上了 When first time thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed 我的目光,而爱呼应了爱。很明白, And love called love. And thus, I cannot speak 即使爱,我也不能夸说是我的美德。 Of love even, as a good thing of my own. 是你,把我从一片昏迷的软乏中 Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak 抱起,高置上黄金的宝座,靠近在 And placed by thee on a golden throne, -- 你的身旁。而我懂得了爱,只因为 And that I love (O soul, we must meek!) 紧挨着你--我唯一爱慕的人 Is by thee only, whom I love alone. *13.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第十三首 EBB _Sonnets from the Portuguese_, No. XIII 你可是要我把对你涌起的恩情, And wilt thou have me fashion into speech  形之于言词,而且还觉得十分充裕; The love I bear thee, finding words enough,  不管有多猛的风,高举起火炬, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough 让光辉,从两张脸儿间,把我俩照明? Between our faces, to cast light on each? -- 我却把它掉在你脚边,没法命令 I drop it thy feet. I cannot teach  我的手托着我的心灵,那么远距 My hands to hold my spirit so far off  自己;难道我就能借文字作契据, From myself ... me ... that I should bring thee proof 掏给你看、那无从抵达的爱情 In words, of love hid in me out of reach. 在我的心坎?不,我宁愿表达 Nay, let the silence of my womanhood  女性的爱凭她的贞静,而换来 command my woman-love to thy belief, -- 你的谅解--看见我终不曾软化, Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,  任你怎样地央求,我只是咬紧着嘴, And rend the garment of my life, in brief, 狠心撕裂着生命的衣裙;生怕 By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,  这颗心一经接触,就泄露了悲哀。 Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief. *14.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第十四首 Elizabeth Barrett Browning _Sonnets from the Portuguese_, No. XIV 如果你一心要爱我,那就别为了么, If thou must love me, let it be for nought  只是为了爱才爱我。别这么讲: Except for love's sake only. Do not say  “我爱她,为了她的一笑,她的模样, `I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way 她柔语的声气;为了她这感触 Of speaking gently, ... for a trick of thought 正好合我的心意,那天里,的确 That falls in well with mine, and certes brought [certes: certainly]  给我带来满怀的喜悦和舒畅。” A sense of pleasant ease on such a day' --  亲爱的,这些好处都不能持常, For these things in themselves, Belov\`ed, may 会因你而变,而这样唱出的爱曲 Be changed, or change for thee, -- and love, so wrought [wrought: worked] 也将这样哑寂。也别爱我因为你 May be unwrought so. Neither love me for  又怜又惜地给我揩干了泪腮, Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, -- 一个人会忘了哭泣,当她久受你 A creature might forget to weep, who bore  温柔的慰安--却因此失了你的爱。 Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! 爱我,请只是为了那爱的意念, But love for love's sake, that evermore  那你就能继续地爱,爱我如深海。 Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity. Footnote: This sonnet is little more than a copy of the following poem which some two and a half centuries earlier. Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart, -- For those may fail, or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever: Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why -- So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever! ANON. Source: The Golden Treasury of The Best Songs and Lyrical Poems In The English Language, Oxford University Press, 1929. *15.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第十五首 EBB "The sonnets from the Portuguese", No. XV 请不要这样指责我:我在你面前 Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear 露出一副太冷静、忧郁的面容; Too calm and sad a face in front of thine; 你我原是面朝着两个不同的方向, For we too look two ways, and can not shine 那普照的阳光照不到两人的前额。 With the same sunlight on our brow and hair. 你看着我,心中没半点儿不踏实, On me thou lookest with no doubting care, 象看着一只笼罩在水晶里的蜜蜂; As on a bee shut in a crystalline, -- 哀怨把我密封在圣洁的爱情中, Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine, 想张开双翼,扑向外面的空间、 And to spread wing and fly in the outer air 是绝不可能的失败--哪怕我狠着心 Were most impossible failure, if I strove 追求这颠扑和失败。可是我向你看, To fail so. But I look on thee -- on thee -- 我看见了爱,还看到了爱的结局, Beholding, besides love, the end of love, 听到了记忆外层的哪一片寂寥! Hearing oblivion beyond memory! 就象从千层万丈之上,你向下眺望, As one who sits and gazes from above, 只见滚滚的浪涛尽向大海里流。 Over the rivers of the bitter sea. *16.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第十六首 EBB "Sonnets from the Portuguese", No. XVI 然而,因为你完全征服了我, And yet, because thou overcomest so, 因为你那样高贵、象尊严的帝皇, Because thou art more noble and like a king, 你能消除我的惶恐,把你的 Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling 紫袍裹绕住我,直到我的心 thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow 跟你的贴得那么紧,再想不起 Too close against thine heart henceforth to know 当初怎样独自在悸动。那宣抚, How it shook when alone. Why, conquering 就象把人践踏在脚下,一样是 May prove as lordly and complete a thing 威严和彻底完满的征服!就象 In lifting upward, as in crushing low! 投降的兵士捧着战刀呈交给 And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword 把他从血滩里搀扶起来的主人; To one who lifts him from the bloody earth, -- 亲爱的,我终于认了输,承认: Even so, Beloved, I at last record, 我的抗拒到此为止。假如你召唤我, Here ends my strife. If _thou_ invite me forth, 听着这话,我要从羞愧中站起。 I rise above abasement at the word. 扩大些你的爱,好提高些我的价值。 Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth. *17.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第十七首 EBB "Sonnets from the Portuguese", No. XVII 我的诗人,在上帝的宇宙里,从洪荒 My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes 到终极,那参差的音律,无一不能 God set between His After and Before, 从你的指尖弹出。你一挥手 And strike up and strike off the general roar 就打断了人世间熙熙攘攘的声浪, Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats 奏出清音,在空气里悠然荡漾; In a serene air purely. Antidotes 那柔和的旋律,象一剂凉药,把安慰 Of medicated music, answering for 带给痛苦的心灵。上帝派给你 Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour 这一个职司,而吩咐我伺候你。 >From thence into their ears. God's will devotes 亲爱的,你打算把我怎样安排?-- Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine. 作为一个希望、给欢乐地歌唱?还是 How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use? 缠绵的回忆、溶化入抑扬的音调? A hope, to sing by gladly? ... or a fine 还是棕榈,还是松树--那一树绿荫 Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse? 让你在底下歌唱;还是一个青冢, A shade, in which to sing ... of palm or pine? 唱倦了,你来这里躺下?请挑吧。 A grave, on which to rest from singing? .. Choose. *18.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第十八首 我从不曾拿我的卷发送给谁, I never gave a lock of hair away  除非是这一束,我最亲爱的,给你; To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,  满怀心事,我把它抽开在指尖, Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully 拉成棕黄色的一长段;我说:“爱, I ring out to the full brown length and say 收下吧。”我的青春已一去不回, `Take it.' My day of youth went yesterday;  这一头散发再也不跟着我脚步一起 My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee,  雀跃,也不再象姑娘们,在鬓发间 Nor plant I it from rose- or Myrtle-tree, 插满玫瑰和桃金娘,却让它披垂, As girls do, any more. It only may 从一个老是歪着的头儿--由于 Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears  忧郁的癖性--披下来遮掩着泪痕。 Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside 原以为理尸的剪刀会先把它收去, Through sorrow's trick. I thought the funeral-shears  可不想爱情的名份得到了确认。 Would take this first, but Love is justified, -- 收下吧,那上面有慈母在弥留时给儿女 Take it thou, ... finding pure, from all those years,  印下的一吻--这些年始终保持着洁净。 The kiss my mother left here when she died. *19.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第十九首 心灵跟心灵也有市场和贸易, The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize; 在那儿我拿卷发去跟卷发交换; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, 从我那诗人的前额,我收下了 And from my poet's forehead to my heart 这一束,几根发丝,在我心里 Receive this lock which outweighs argosies, -- 却重过了飘洋大船。它那带紫的乌亮, As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes 在我眼里,就象当初平达所看见的 The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart 斜披在缪斯玉额前暗紫色的秀发。 The nine white Muse-brows. From this counterpart, ... 为了媲美,我猜想那月桂冠的阴影 The bay-crown's shade, Beloved, I surmise, 依然逗留在发尖--爱,你看它 Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black! 有多么黑!我借轻轻的一吻,吐出 Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath, 温柔的气息,绾住了那阴影,不让它 I tie the shadows safe from gliding back, 溜走;又把礼品放在最妥贴的地方-- And lay the gift where nothing hindereth, 我的心头,叫它就象生长在你额上, Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack 感受着体热,直到那心儿有一天冷却。 No natural heat till mine grows cold in death. *20.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第二十首 亲爱的,我亲爱的,我想到从前-- Beloved, my Beloved, when I think 一年之前,当时你正在人海中间, That thou wast in the world a year ago, 我却在这一片雪地中独坐, What time I sat alone here in the snow 望不见你迈步留下的踪迹, And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink 也听不见你的謦咳冲破了这死寂; No moment at thy voice, ... but, link by link, 我只是一环又一环计数着我周身 Went counting all my chains as if that so 沉沉的铁链,怎么也想不到还有你-- They never could fall off at any blow 仿佛谁也别想把那锁链打开。 Struck by thy possible hand .. why, thus I drink 啊,我喝了一大杯美酒:人生的奇妙! Of life's great cup of wonder! Wonderful, 奇怪啊,我从没感觉到白天和黑夜 Never to feel thee thrill the day or night 都有你的行动、声音在空中震荡, With personal act or speech, -- nor even cull 也不曾从你看着成长的白花里, Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white 探知了你的消息--就象无神论者 Thou sawest growing! Atheists are dull, 那样鄙陋,猜不透神在神的化外! Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight. *21.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第二十一首 EBB ``Sonnets From the Portuguese'' No. XXI 请说了一遍,再向我说一遍, Say over again, and yet once over again,  说“我爱你!”即使那样一遍遍重复, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated  你会把它看成一支“布谷鸟的歌曲”; Should seem `a cuckoo-song,' as thou dost treat it. 可是记着,在那青山和绿林间, Remember, never to the hill or plain, 那山谷和田野中,纵使清新的春天 Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain  披着全身绿装降临、也不算完美无缺, Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.  要是她缺少了那串布谷鸟的音节。 Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted 爱,四周那么黑暗,耳边只听见 By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain 惊悸的心声,处于那痛苦的不安中, Cry, ... `Speak once more ... thou lovest!' Who can fear  我嚷道:“再说一遍:我爱你!”谁嫌 Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll, -- 太多的星,即使每颗都在太空转动; Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?  太多的花,即使每朵洋溢着春意? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me -- toll 说你爱我,你爱我,一声声敲着银钟! The silver iterance! -- only minding, Dear,  只是记住,还得用灵魂爱我,在默默里。 To love me also in silence with thy soul. *22.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第二十二首 EBB "Sonnets from the Portuguese", No. XXII 当我俩的灵魂壮丽地挺立起来, When our two souls stan up erect and strong, 默默地,面对着面,越来越靠拢, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, 那伸张的翅膀在各自弯圆的顶端, Util the lengthening wings break into fire 迸出了火星。世上还有什么苦恼, At each curved point, -- what bitter wrong 落到我们头上,而叫我们不甘心 Can the earth do to us, that we should not long 在这里长留?你说哪。再往上,就有 Be here contented? Think. In mounting higher, 天使抵在头上,为我们那一片 The angels would press on us and aspire 深沉、亲密的静默落下成串 To drop some golden orb of perfect song 金黄和谐的歌曲。亲爱的,让我俩 Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay 就相守在地上吧--人世的争吵、熙攮 Rather on earth, Beloved, -- where the unfit 都向后退隐,留给纯洁的灵魂 Contrarious moods of men recoil away 一方隔绝,容许在这里面立足, And isolate pure spirits, and permit 在这里爱,爱上一天,尽管昏黑的 A place to stand and love in for a day, 死亡,不停地在它的四围打转。 With darkness and the death-hour rounding it. *23.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第二十三首 真是这样吗?如果我死了,你可会 Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, 失落一些生趣、由于失去了我? Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? 阳光照着你,你会觉得它带一丝寒意, And would the sun for thee more coldly shine 为着潮湿的黄土已盖没了我的脸? Because of grave-damps falling round my head? 真没想到啊!我体味到你这份情意 I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read 在信中。爱,我是你的,可就这样 Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine -- 给珍重?我能用我那双发抖的手 But ... _so_ much to thee? Can I pour thy wine 为你斟酒?好吧,那我就抛开了 While my hands tremble? Then my soul, instead 死的梦幻,重新捧起来那生命。 Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range. 爱我吧,看着我,用暖气呵我吧! Then, love me, Love! look on me ... breathe on me! 多少闺秀,为着爱不惜牺牲了 As brighter ladies do not count it strange, 财富和身份;我也要放弃那坟墓-- For love, to give up acres and degree, 为了你;把我那迫近而可爱的天国的 I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange 景象、来跟载着你的土地交换! My near sweet view of heaven, for earth with thee! *24.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第二十四首 让世界象一把摺刀,把它的锋芒 Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife 在自身内敛藏,埋进在爱情的 Shut in upon itself and do no harm 掌握内、温柔的中心,而不再为害。 In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm, 让嗒的一声,刀子合上之后, And let us hear no sound of human strife 我们就此再听不见人世的争吵。 After the click of the shutting. Life to life -- 亲爱的,我紧挨着你,生命贴恋着 I lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm, 生命,什么也不怕,我只觉得安全, And feel as safe as guarded by a charm 象有了神符的保护,世人的刀枪 Against the stab of worldlings, who if rife 怎么稠密也不能伤害毫发。我们 Are weak to injure. Very whitely still 生命中的素莲,依然能开出纯洁 The lilies of our lives may reassure 雪白的花朵;那底下的根,只仰赖 Their blossoms from their roots, accessible 天降的甘露,从山头往上挺伸, Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer: 高出世间的攀折。只有上帝, Growing straight, out of man's reach, on the hill. 他赐我们富有,才能叫我们穷。 God only, who made us rich, can make us poor. *25.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第二十五首 亲爱的,年复一年,我怀着一颗 A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne 沉重的心,直到我瞧见了你的面影。 From year to year util I saw thy face, 一个个忧伤已相继剥夺了我所有的 And sorrow after sorrow took the place 欢欣--象一串轻贴在胸前的珍珠, Of all those natural joys as lightly worn 在跳舞的当儿,给一颗跳动的心儿 As the stringed pearls, ... each lifted in its turn 逐一地拨弄。希望随即转成了 By a beating heart at dance time. Hopes apace 漫长的失望,纵使上帝的厚恩, Were changed to long despairs, til God's own grace 也没法从那凄凉的人世举起来 Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn 我这颗沉甸甸的心。可是你, My heavy heart. Then thou didst bid me bring 你当真命令我捧着它,投到 And let it drop adown thy calmly great 你伟大深沉的跟前!它立即往下沉, Deep being! Fast it sinketh, as a thing 就象堕落是它的本性;而你的心, Which its own nature does precipitate, 立即紧跟着,贴在它上面,挡在 While thine doth close above it, mediating 那照临的星辰和未完功的命运间。 Betwixt the stars and the unaccomplished fate. *26.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第二十六首 是幻想--并不是男友还是女伴, I lived with visons for my company 多少年来,跟我生活在一起,做我的 Instead of men and women, years ago, 亲密的知友。它们为我而奏的音乐, And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know 我不想听到还有比这更美的。 A sweeter music than they played to me. 可是幻想的轻飘的紫袍,免不了 But soon their trailing purple was not free 沾上人世的尘土,那琴声终于逐渐 Of this world's dust, -- their lutes did silent grow, 消歇,而我也在那些逐渐隐灭的 And myself grew faint and blind blow 眸子下头晕眼花。于是,亲爱的, Their vanishing eyes. Then THOU didst com ... to be, 你来了--仿佛来接替它们。就象 Boloved, wha they seemed. their shining fronts, 河水盛入了洗礼盆、水就更圣洁, Their songs, their splendours, ( better, yet the same, 它们的辉煌的前额、甜蜜的歌声, As river-water hallowed into fonts ) 都聚集在你一身,通过你而征服了我, Met in thee, and from out thee overcame 给予我最大的满足。上帝的礼物 My soul with satisfaction of all wants -- 叫人间最绚烂的梦幻失落了颜色。 Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. *27.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第二十七首 爱人,我亲爱的人,是你把我, My own Beloved, who hast lifted me 一个跌倒在尘埃的人,扶起来, From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, 又在我披垂的鬓发间吹入了一股 And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown 生气,好让我的前额又亮光光地 A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully 闪耀着希望--有所有的天使当着 Shines out again, as all the angels see, 你救难的吻为证!亲爱的人呀, Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own, 当你来到我跟前,人世已舍我远去, Who camest to me when the world was gone, 而一心仰望上帝的我、却获得了你! And I who looked for only God, found thee! 我发现了你,我安全了,强壮了,快乐了。 I find thee; I am safe, and strong, and glad. 象一个人站立在干洁的香草地上 As one who stands in dewless aspodel, 回顾他曾捱过来的苦恼的年月; Looks backward on the tedious time he had 我抬起了胸脯,拿自己作证: In the upper life, -- so I, with bosom-swell, 这里,在一善和那一恶之间,爱, Make witness, here, between the good and bad, 象死一样强烈,带来了同样的解脱。 That Love, as strong as death, retrieves as well. *28.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第二十八首 我的信!一堆堆死沉沉的纸,苍白又无声, My letters! all dead paper, ... mute and white! 可是它们又象具有生命、颤动在 And yet they seem alive and quivering 我拿不稳的手内--是那发抖的手 Against my tremulous hands while loose the string 解开丝带,让它们今晚散满在 And let them drop down on my knee to-night. 我膝上。这封说:他多盼望有个机会, This said, ... he wished to have me in his sight 能作为朋友,见一见我。这一封又订了 Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring 春天里一个日子,来见我,跟我 To come and touch my hand ... a simple thing, 握握手--平常的事,我可哭了! Yet I wept for it! -- this, ... the paper's light ... 这封说(不多几个字):“亲,我爱你!” Said, _Dear I love thee_; and I sank and quailed 而我却惶恐得象上帝的未来在轰击 As if God's future thundered on my past. 我的过去。这封说:“我属于你!”那墨迹, This said, _I am thine_ -- and so its ink has paled 紧贴在我悸跳的心头,久了,褪了色。 With lying at my heart that beat too fast. 而这封。。。爱啊,你的言词有什么神妙, And this ... O Love, thy words have ill availed 假如这里吐露的,我敢把它再说! If, what this said, I dared repeat at last! *29.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第二十九首 我想你!我的相思围抱住了你, I think of thee! -- my thoughts do twine and bud 绕着你而抽芽,象蔓藤卷缠着树木、 About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, 遍发出肥大的叶瓣,除了那蔓延的 Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see 青翠把树身掩藏,就什么都看不见。 Except the straggling green which hides the wood. 可是我的棕榈树呀,你该明白, Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood 我怎愿怀着我的思念而失去了 I will not have my thoughts instead of thee 更亲更宝贵的你!我宁可你显现 Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly 你自己的存在;象一株坚强的树 Renew thy presence. As a strong tree should, 沙沙地摇撼枝杈,挣出了赤裸的 Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare, 躯干来,叫这些重重叠叠的绿叶 And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee, 都给摔下来狼藉满地。因为在 Drop heavily down, ... burst, shattered, everywhere! 看着你、听着你、在你荫影里呼吸着 Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee 清新的空气,洋溢着深深的喜悦时, And breathe within thy shadow a new air, 我再不想你--我是那么地贴紧你。 I do not think of thee -- I am too near thee. *30.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第三十首 今晚,我泪眼晶莹,恍惚瞧见了 I see thine image through my tears to-night, 你的形象;然而不是今朝,我还看到 And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How 你在笑?爱人,这是为什么?是你, Refer the cause? -- Beloved, is it thou 还是我--是谁叫我黯然愁苦? Or I, who makes me sad? The acolyte 一个浸沉在欢颂和崇拜中的僧侣 amid the chanted joy and thankful rite 把苍白无知觉的额头投在祭坛下, May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow 或许就这样俯伏。正象他耳内轰响着 On the alter-stair. I hear thy voice and vow, “阿门”的歌声;我听得你亲口的盟誓, Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight, 心里却一片怔忡不安,因为不见你 As he, in his swooning ears, the choir's amen. 在我的眼前。亲爱的,你当真爱我? Beloved, dost thou love? or did I see all 我当真看见了那恍如梦境的荣光, The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when 并且经不起那强烈的逼射而感到了 Too vehement light dilated my ideal, 眩晕?这光可会照临,就象那 For my soul's eyes? Will that light come again, 盈盈的泪,一颗颗滚下来,又热又真? As now these tears come ... falling hot and real? *31.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第三十一首 EBB "Sonnets from the Portuguese", No. XXXI 你来了!还没开口,心意都表明了。 Thou comest! all is said without a word. 我坐在你的容光下,象沐浴在阳光中的 I sit beneath thy looks, as children do 婴孩,那闪烁的眸子无声地泄露了 In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through 颤动在那颗小心里的无比的喜悦。 Their happy eyelids from an unaverred 看哪,我这最后的疑虑是错了! Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred 可是我不能只埋怨自己,你想, In that last doubt! and yet I cannot rue 这是怎样的情景,怎样的时辰? The sin most, but the occasion ... that we two 这一刻,我俩竞轻易地并站在一起。 Should for a moment stand unministered 啊,靠近我,让我挨着你吧;当我 By a mutal presence. Ah, keep near and close, 涌起了疑虑,你宽坦的心胸给我 Thou dove-like help! and, when my fears would rise, 清澈而温柔的慰抚;用你崇高的 With thy broad heart serenely interpose. 光辉来孵育我那些思念吧;失了 Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies 你的庇护,它们就要战栗--就象 These thoughtswhich tremble when berest of those, 那羽翼未丰的小鸟给撇下在天空里。 Like callow birds left desert to the skies. *32.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第三十二首 EBB "Sonnets from the Portuguese", no. XXXII 当金黄的太阳升起来,第一次照上 The first time that the sun rose on thine oath  你爱的盟约,我就预期着明月 To love me, I looked forward to the moon  来解除那情结、系的太早太急。 To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon 我只怕爱的容易、就容易失望, And quickly tied to make a lasting troath. 引起悔心。再回顾我自己,我哪象 Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;  让你爱慕的人!--却象一具哑涩 And, looking on myself, I seemed not one  破损的弦琴、配不上你那么清澈 For such man's love! -- more like an out-of-tune 美妙的歌声!而这琴,匆忙里给用上, Worn voil, a good singer would be wroth 一发出沙沙的音,就给恼恨地 To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,  扔下。我这么说,并不曾亏待 Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note. 自己,可是我冤了你。在乐圣的 I did not wrong myself so, but I placed  手里,一张破琴也可以流出完美 A wrong on _thee_. For perfect strains may float 和谐的韵律;而凭一张弓,真诚的 'Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced, --  灵魂,可以在勒索、也同时在溺爱。 And great souls, at one stroke, may do and dote. *33.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第三十三首 对啦,叫我的小名儿呀!让我再听见 Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear  我一向飞奔著去答应的名字--那时, The name I used to run at, when a child  还是个小女孩,无忧无虑,沉浸于 From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled, 嬉戏,偶尔从一大堆野草野花间 To glance up in some face that proved me dear 抬起头来,仰望那用和蔼的眼 With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear  抚爱我的慈颜。我失去了那仁慈 Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled  亲切的呼唤,那灵衬给我的是 Into the music of Heaven's undefiled, 一片寂静,任凭我高呼著上天, Call me no longer. Silence on the bier, 那慈声归入了音乐华严的天国。 While I call God ... call God! -- So let thy mouth  让你的嘴来承继那寂灭的清音。 Be heir to those who are now exanimate. 采得北方的花,好完成南方的花束, Gather the north flowers to complete the south,  在迟暮的岁月里赶上早年的爱情。 And catch the early love up in the late. 对啦,叫我的小名儿吧,我,就随即 Yes, call me by that name, -- and I, in truth,  答应你,怀著当初一模样的心情。 With the same heart, will answer and not wait. *34.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第三十四首 怀著当初一模样的心情,我说, With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee  我要答应你,当你叫我的小名。 As those, when thou shalt call me by my name --  唉,这分明是空的愿心!我的心 Lo, the vain promise! Is the same, the same, 还能是一模样--饱受了人生的磨折? Perplexed and ruffled by life's strategy? 从前,我听得一声喊,就扔下花束, When called before, I told how hastily  要不,从游戏里跳起,奔过去答应, I dropped my flower or brake off from a game,  一路上都是我的笑容笑声在致敬, To run and answer with the smile that came 眼星里还闪烁著方才那一片欢乐。 At play last moment, and went on with me 现在我应你,我舍下一片沉重的 Through my obedience. When I answer now,  忧思,从孤寂里惊起。可是,我的心 I drop a grave thought, break from solitude; 还是要向你飞奔,你不是我一种的 Yet still my heart goes to thee ... ponder how ...  善,而是百善所钟!我最可爱的人, Not as to a single good, but all my good! 你把手按著我的心口,同意吗:孩童的 Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allow  小脚从没跑得这么快--象这血轮。 That no child's foot could run fast as this blood. *35.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第三十五首 要是我把一切都交给你,你可愿意 If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange 作为交换,把什么都归给我? And be all to me? Shall I never miss 我可是永不会缺少家常的谈笑、 Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss 互酬接吻、彼此的祝福?也不会 That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange, 感到生疏、当我抬起头来打量 When I look up, to drop on a new range 新的墙壁和地板--家以外另一个家? Of walls and floors, ... another home than this? 不,我还要问,你可愿顶替那一双 Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is 瞑合了的柔眼在我身旁留下的位置 Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change? 而一样地不懂得变心?这可是难! That's hardest. If to conquer love, has tried, 征服爱如果费事,征服怨,那就更难。 To conquer grief, tries more ... as all things prove, 怨是,爱不算,再得加上个怨。我的怨, For grief indeed s love and grief beside. 唉,那么深,就那么不轻易爱。可是, Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. 你依然爱我--你愿?敞开些你的心, Yet love me -- wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, 好让你那羽翼湿透的鸽子扑进来! And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove. *36.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第三十六首 当初我俩相见、一见而倾心的时光, When we met first and loved, I did not build 我怎敢在这上面,建起大理石宫殿, Upon the event with marble. Could it mean 难道这也会久长--那来回摇摆在 To last, a love set pendulous between 忧伤与忧伤间的爱?不,我害怕, Sorrow and sorrow? Nay, I rather thrilled, 我信不过那似乎浮泛在眼前的 Distrusting every light that seemed to gild 一片金光,不敢伸出手指去碰一下。 The onward path, and feared to overlean 到后来才坦然、坚定了;可我又觉得, A finger even. And, though I have grown serene 上帝总该另有恐惧安排在后面。。。。。。 And strong since then, I think God has willed 爱啊,要不然,这双紧握著的手 A still renewable fear ... O love, O troth ... 就不会接触;这热热的亲吻,一旦 Lest these enclasped hands should never hold, 从嘴唇上冷却了,何以不变成虚文? This mutual kiss drop down between us both 爱情啊,你快变了心吧!要是命运 As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold. 这样注定:他,为了信守一个盟誓 And Love, be false! if _he_, too keep one oath, 就非得拿牺牲一个喜悦作代价。 Must lose one joy, by his life's star foretold. *37.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第三十七首 原谅我,啊,请原谅吧,并非我无知, Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make 不明白一切德性全归于你、属于你; Of all that strong divineness which I know 可是,你在我心里构成的形象, For thine and thee, an image only so 却就象一堆虚浮不实的泥沙! Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break. 是那年深月久的孤僻,象遭了 It is that distant years which did not take 当头一棒,从你面前尽往后缩, Thy sovranty [1], recoiling with a blow, 迫使我眩晕的知觉涌起了疑虑和 Have forced my swimming brain to undergo 恐惧,盲目地舍弃了你纯洁的面目, Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake 最崇高的爱给我歪曲成最荒谬的 Thy purity of likeness and distort 形状。就象一个沉了船的异教徒, Thy worthiest love to a worthless counterfeit. 安然脱险,上了岸,酬谢保佑他的 As if a shipwrecked Pagan, safe in port, 海神,献上了一尾木雕的海豚-- His guardian sea-god to commemorate, 那两腮呼呼作响、尾巴掀起了 Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a snort 怒浪的庞大的海族--在庙宇的门墙内。 And vibrant tail, within the temple-gate. [1] sovranty = sovereignty *38.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第三十八首 第一次他亲我,他只是亲了一下 First time he kissed me, he but only kissed 在写这诗篇的手,从此我的手就越来 The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; 越白净晶莹,不善作世俗的招呼, And ever since, it grew more clean and white, ... 而敏于呼召:“啊,快听哪,快听 Slow to the world-greetings, quick with its `Oh, list,' 天使在说话哪!”即使在那儿戴上一个 When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst 紫玉瑛戒指,也不会比那第一个吻 I could not wear here, plainer to my sight, 在我的眼里显现得更清楚。 Than that first kiss. The second passed in height 第二个吻,就往高处升,它找到了 The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed, 前额,可是偏斜了一些,一半儿 Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed! 印在发丝上。这无比的酬偿啊, That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown 是爱神擦的圣油!--先于爱神的 With sanctifying sweetness, did precede. 华美的皇冠。那第三个,那么美妙, The third upon my lips was folded down 正好按在我嘴唇上,从此我就 In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed, 自傲,敢于呼唤:“爱,我的爱!” *39.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第三十九首 为着你的魄力和盛德--你那样 Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace 犀利地望着我,通过我那给泪雨 To look through and behind this mask of me, 冲洗得成了灰白的面具、照彻了 ( Against which, years have beat thus blanchingly 我灵魂的真实面目(灰暗疲乏的 With their rains, ) and behold my soul's true face, 人生的证明!)也为着你只知道忠诚, The dim and weary witness of life's race! -- 只知道爱,只是朝我看,通过我那 Because thou hast the faith and love to see, 麻木的灵魂,看到了那忍耐的天使 Through that same soul's distracting lethargy, 一心期待着天堂里的位置;又为着 The patient angel waiting for a place 无论是罪恶、是哀怨、甚至上帝的谴责, In the new heavens! -- Because nor sin nor woe, 死神的逼近的威胁--不管这一切, Nor God's infliction, nor death's neighbourhood, 叫人们一看就掉首而去,叫自己 Nor all which others viewing, turn to go, ... 想着都厌恶。。。却没什么能吓退你; Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed, ... 亲爱的,那你教我吧,教我怎么样 Nothing repels thee, ... Dearest, teach me so 把感激尽量倾吐,正象你把恩惠布施。 To pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good. *40.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第四十首 是啊,咱们这世道,谈情说爱,多的是! Oh, yes! They love through all this world of ours! 我不想问:真有爱这回事吗?有就有吧-- I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth. 从小,我就听惯了人们嘴里的“爱”, I have heard love talked in my early youth, 直到才不久--那会儿采来的鲜花 And since, not so long back but that the flowers 香味还没散呢。不管是回教徒、“外教徒”, Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours 笑一笑,手绢儿就摔过来;可是一哭, Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth 谁也不理了。“独眼龙”的白牙齿咬不紧 For any weeping. Polypheme's white tooth 硬果子,假使淋过了几阵骤雨, Slips ib the nut if, after frequent showers, 果壳变得滑溜溜--从没想把这称做 The shell is over-smooth, -- and not so much “爱”的东西,也跟他们的“恨”、以至 Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate 跟“淡漠”并列。可是你,亲爱的,你不是 Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such 那样的情人!你从那哀怨和疾病里 A lover, my Beloved! Thou canst wait 伺候了过来,教心灵终于接通了心灵, Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch 人家会嫌“太晚”了,而你想还没想到。 And think it soon when others cry `Too late.' *41.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第四十一首 我满怀着感激和爱,向凡是在心里 I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, 爱过我的人们道谢。深深的感谢啊, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all 好心的人们,打牢墙外经过,驻足 Who paused a little near the prison-wall 听取我三两声稍微响亮些的音乐, To hear my music in its louder parts 这才继续赶路,奔赴市场或是圣殿、 Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's 各自的前程,再无从召唤。可是你, Or temple's occupation, beyond call. 当我的歌声低落了、接不上了,代之以 But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall 哭泣,你却叫神的最尊贵的乐器 When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's 掉在脚下,倾听我那夹杂在泪珠里的 Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot 怨声。。。啊,指点我,该怎么报答 To harken what I said between my tears, ... 你的恩情吧!怎么能把这一片 Instruct me how to thank thee! -- Oh, to shoot 回旋荡漾的情意奉献给未来的 My soul's full meaning into future years, 岁月,由它来给我表白,向耐久的 That _they_ should lend it utterance, and salute 爱情致敬,凭着那短暂的人生! Love that endures, from Life that disappears! *42.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第四十二首 “未来啊,任你怎样临摹,也描不成 `_My future will not copy fair my past_' -- 我过去的样本了,”我曾这么写过, I wrote that once; and think at my side 以为守护在我身畔的天使会同意 My ministerig life-angel justified 这话,把仰天呼吁的眼光瞥向那 The word by his appealing look upcast 高踞玉座的上帝。待我回过头来, To the white throne of God, I turned at last, 看见的却是你,还有你我的天使 And there, instead , saw thee, not unallied 结伴在一起!一向为哀怨、病痛 To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried 所折磨的我,就把幸福抱得那么紧。 By natural ills, received the comfort fast, 一见了你,我那朝拜的手杖 While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff 抽了芽、发出了绿叶,承受着 Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled. 清晨的露珠。如今,我再不追寻 I seek no copy now of life's first half: 我生命中前半的样本,让那些反复 Leave here the pages with long musing curled, 吟叹、卷了角的书页放过在一边, And write me new my future's epigraph, 我给我重写出新的一章生命! New angel mine, unhoped for in the world! *43.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第四十三首 我是怎样地爱你?让我逐一细算。 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 我爱你尽我的心灵所能及到的 I love thee to the depth and breadth and height 深邃、宽广、和高度--正象我探求 My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight 玄冥中上帝的存在和深厚的神恩。 For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. 我爱你的程度,就象日光和烛焰下 I love thee to the level of everyday's 那每天不用说得的需要。我不加思虑地 Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. 爱你,就象男子们为正义而斗争; I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; 我纯洁地爱你,象他们在赞美前低头。 I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. 我爱你以我童年的信仰;我爱你 I love thee with the passion put to use 以满怀热情,就象往日满腔的辛酸; In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith 我爱你,抵得上那似乎随着消失的圣者 I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 而消逝的爱慕。我爱你以我终生的 With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath, 呼吸,微笑和泪珠--假使是上帝的 Smiles, tears, and all my life -- and, if God choose, 意旨,那么,我死了我还要更加爱你! I shall but love thee better after death. *44.EEB 白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第四十四首 亲爱的,你从一整个夏天到冬天, Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers 从园子里采集了那么多的花 Plucked in the garden, all the summer through 送给我;而这幽闭的小室里,它们 And winter, and it seemed as if they grew 继续生长,仿佛并不缺少阳光和 In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers. 雨水的滋养。那么同样地凭着 So, in the like name of that love of ours, 这爱的名义--那爱是属于我俩的, Take back these thoughts which here unfold too, 也请收下了我的回敬;那在热天, And which on warm and cold days I withdrew 在冷天,发自我心田的情思的花朵。 From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers 不错,在我那园圃里确是长满着 Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue, 野草和苦艾,有待于你来耘除; And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine, 可这儿也有白玫瑰,也有常春藤! Here's ivy! -- take them, as I used to do 请收下吧,就象我惯常接受你的花。 Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. 好生地护养着,别让它褪落了颜色, Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true, 向你自己说,它们的根都埋在我的深心。 And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.