栖息的鹰

                                              吕志鲁译

特德•休斯

闭上双眼，立于丛林之颠,
纹丝不动，梦境毫无虚幻：
弯喙啄刺，勾爪挥舞，
把捕杀的绝技演练。

服贴的大树高耸云端，
御风展翅，沐浴太阳的光焰；
一切便利各尽其用，
我来巡视大地仰卧的容颜。

或者利爪紧扣粗糙的树皮，
或者羽翼扇动直冲蓝天；
这爪与翅由造物尽心造化，
如今反倒将造物掌管。

我把地球慢慢拨转，
生杀全由喜怒裁判；
无须辩术掩饰遮盖，
我的作风就是把头颅掐断---

直插活物的骨骼，
冲刺疾如闪电；
就这样分配死亡，
无须废话论证我的王权。

把太阳置于背后，
万事万物此生从无变换；
眼里容不下丝毫更改，
我要维持现状直到永远。

Hawk Roosting

Ted Hughes

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.

The convenience of the high trees!
The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth's face upward for my inspection.

My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot

Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly -
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads -

The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:

The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.