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迷惘译诗
《一》
命运
詹姆斯•湯姆森(James Thomson 1700—1748)英国诗人
点评
人生难遇真相知。可是,世上有太多倾心相爱的恋人由于种种原因而未能终成眷属。这只能怨命运之神心肠太狠,总是在有意与爱为敌。
命运之神永作证，
与爱为敌心太狠！
人生难遇真相知，
为何拆散有情人？
Fortune
For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love,
And when we meet a mutual heart
Come in between, and bid us part?
《二》
无奈
威廉•康格里夫(William Congreve 1670—1729)英国剧作家
点评
爱到极致,就会无私地一切为爱人着想。虽然放弃爱情会让她痛苦、洒泪，但如果婚姻会让她受罪,不如挣脱爱的牢笼去做圣徒。这真是一种让人迷惘而又无奈的两难选择。
虔诚的塞林达前去祈祷问神,
想要知道我是否对她钟情；
当她相信我将离她而去,
这温柔的傻瓜泪如雨淋。
我要么不受爱的牢笼囚禁,
我要么想望求她与我成婚；
但愿如前者她把我变成圣徒,
否则我就会把她变为罪人。
Song
Pious Selinda goes to prayers
If I but ask the favor,
And yet the tender fool’s in tears
When she believes I’ll leave her．
Would I were free from this restraint,
Or else had hopes to win her；
Would she could make of me a saint,
Or I of her a sinner．
《三》
德 丝
瓦尔特•萨维奇•兰德(Walter Savage Landor 1775—1864)英国诗人
点评
借希腊神话中的冥河之景,迷惘之中谴责将亡魂渡往阴界的冥河渡神太过残酷,用以表达对死者的哀悼以及对死者的丈夫的同情。
德丝被水上的小鬼团团围住，
乘小船渡冥河前往阴曹地府；
渡神不该忘却不该视而不见，
衰老的丈夫需要她遮阴挡雨。
Dirce
Stand close around, ye Stygian set,
With Dirce in one boat conveyed!
Or Charon, seeing, may forget
That he is old and she is a shade．
《四》
在那座花园中
佚名(Anonymous)
点评
诗中的花园也即圣经中的伊甸园,这位美丽的姑娘便是夏娃。如何理解 “还未出生就被埋葬”这一互相矛盾的悖论?如何理解它对圣经中相关故事的阐释?
就在那座花园中,
有一位沦落的姑娘；
美丽如清晨的花朵,
初次把禁果品尝；
她一旦做了人妻,
还未出生就被埋葬。
In the Garden
In the garden there strayed
A beautiful maid
As fair as the flowers of the morn；
The first hour of her life
She was made a man’s wife,
And was buried before she was born．
《五》
八哥与画眉
艾尔弗雷德·珀西瓦尔·格雷夫斯(Alfred Perceval Graves 1846–1931)爱尔兰诗人
点评
单身自由是快乐,两情相爱是欢愉，被抛弃的爱人最为迷惘。
傍晚我在绿树丛中漫步,
听见两只小鸟呼哨叽咕,
那是八哥与画眉,
我问它们为何这样眉飞色舞?
它们用歌声作答:
"我们是自由的单身一族。"
第二天清晨我又独自从那里经过,
两只画眉奏起了乐曲。
那只八哥已经飞走,
我问它们心情如此欢畅的缘故;
它们的回答充满欣喜:
"我们今天结成了眷属。"
一天早晨我又经过那座丛林,
听见那只画眉在我头上哀哀痛哭;
我问它为何这么悲伤,
它在树上向我倾诉:
"是八哥把我的爱偷走,"
它的回答明确无误。
啊,自由是快乐,相爱是欢愉!
被抛弃的爱人却会日夜悲苦;
我能够重振家业,
即使夺走我的财产拆毁我的房屋;
可是爱巢一旦摧垮,
还有谁能重新构筑?
The Blackbird and the Thrush
One evening as I walked down by a green bush,
I heard two birds whistling,
’Twas the blackbird and thrush;
I asked the reason they were so merrie,
And in answer they sang back to me,
”We are single and free.”
Next morning as that green bush I passed all alone,
Two thrushes piped out of it.
The blackbird was flown;
I asked them the reason their hearts were so gay,
It was joyfully they answered me,
”We have mated to-day.”
One morning little after that bush I went by,
When O’ver me most piteously
I heard my thrush cry;
I asked why such sorrow he poured from the tree,
And he answered,
“’tis the blackbird has my love stolen from me.”
Oh,freedom it is pleasant,
Love returned is delight!
But a lover deserted must mourn noon and night,
Break my house take my goods,
I can gather fresh gain;
But love’s ruined bower who shall build up again?
《六》 尽管我还太过年轻 本·琼森 Ben Jonson(1572～1637) 英国诗人
点评 爱与死的真谛， 迷惘中的迷惘 。
尽管我还太过年轻，
爱与死的真谛无法辨认，
只听说两者都有利刃，
矛头所指就是人们的心。
据说它们都会带来伤害，
死亡用严寒，爱情用高温；
只怕看似两个极端，
结果却会造成相同的伤痕。
把它称做废墟中的余烬，
还是飘落地面的灰尘；
或者走向人生终点之路，
发出短暂电闪，涌动最后波纹；
如刀似箭的爱情之火，
如死亡冷酷的魔掌同样杀人；
只是爱情之火有一种威力，
能让坟墓中的冰霜远远逃遁。
Though I Am Young and Cannot Tell
Though I am young, and cannot tell
Either what Death or Love is well,
Yet I have heard they both bear darts,
And both do aim at humane hearts.
And then again, I have been told,
Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold;
So that I fear they do but bring
Extremes to touch, and mean one thing.
As in a ruin we it call
One thing to be blown up, or fall;
Or to our end, like way may have,
By a flash of lightning, or a wave;
So Love's inflamed shaft or brand,
May kill as soon as Death's cold hand;
Except Love's fires the virtue have
To fright the frost out of the grave.
《七》我 怕
我的恐惧难以驱散,
我的忧思无法阻禁；
我怕我的呼吸就要停止，
我怕我的伟业不得完竣。
我的宏篇尚待著就，
不尽的词句在脑海翻滚；
我怕等不到期盼的丰收，
我怕耽误了奋力的耕耘。
我抬头仰望夜空，
繁星满天似雾如云；
它们是万千浪漫的征象，
它们是无数传奇的化身。
我怕我的神来之笔不再飞扬，
我怕我闪动的灵感就此停顿；
我怕多如繁星的浪漫和传奇无法诉诸笔端，
怎么能不让我忧心如焚？
我怕永远不再与你谋面，
我怕你成为瞬息美人；
我怕不能长久沉醉于你天仙般的妩媚，
我怕不能永远痴迷于你毫无顾忌的温馨。
我在这广阔的世界惴惴弥留，
我在这生命的边缘独自思忖；
直到爱恋化为乌有,
直到声名荡然无存。
约翰•济慈(John Keats 1795—1821)英国诗人 在生命弥留之际,诗人面对死神抒发不尽的忧思。首先忧虑自己的创作大业,只怕满脑的灵感不再闪动,只怕万千诗篇无法付诸笔端；其次忧虑热恋中的爱人,只怕再也不能沉醉于爱的抚慰之中。难以摆脱,无法忘怀,直到一切都化为乌有。全诗词句奇绝,格律严谨,情思恳挚,意境高远,真可谓神来之笔。诗人的这一神来之笔能否用汉语重新挥洒？
When I Have Fears
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like full garners the full ripen’d grain；
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance；
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!---then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink．
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