【转】布罗茨基《一首歌》

童天鉴日

诗/布罗茨基
翻译/鬼子不言
我希望你在这儿，亲爱的，我希望你在这儿。
我希望你坐在沙发上，
和我坐得靠近。
手帕可能是你的，
泪水可能是我的，仍挂在腮帮。
尽管，这也可能，
恰恰相反。
我希望你在这儿，亲爱的，
我希望你在这儿。
我希望我们在我的车上，
而你变动着车档。
我们在其他地方找到了自己，
在一个未知的海岸。
或者我们已经获得补救
就像我们从前拥有的那样。
我希望你在这儿，亲爱的，
我希望你在这儿。
我希望我一点儿也不懂得天文学
当星星们露出脸来
当月亮轻轻擦过水面。
叹息在她辗转反侧的睡梦里。
我希望还是二角五分
当我拨打你的电话号码。
我希望你在这儿，亲爱的，
在这个半球，
仿若我正坐在阳台
小口呷着啤酒。
这是傍晚，太阳已经落下；
男孩们叫喊着，海鸥在哭泣。
遗忘能有什么意义
假如随后紧跟着死亡？
A Song
I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
the handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car,
and you'd shift the gear.
we'd find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
To where we've been before.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water
that sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number.
I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
sipping a beer.
It's evening, the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
What's the point of forgetting
If it's followed by dying?

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