雪莱经典诗歌《致云雀》(2)
Soothing her love-laden
Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:
象一位高贵的少女，
居住在深宫的楼台，
在寂寞难言的时刻，
排遣她为爱所苦的情怀，
甜美有如爱情的歌曲，溢出闺阁之外;
Like a glow-worm golden
In a dell of dew,
Scattering unbeholden
Its aerial hue
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:
象一只金色的萤火虫，
在凝露的深山幽谷，
不显露它的行踪，
把晶莹的流光传播，
在遮断我们视线的芳草鲜花丛中;
Like a rose embowered
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflowered,
Till the scent it gives
Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves.
象一朵让自己的绿叶
阴蔽着的玫瑰，
遭受到热风的摧残，
直到它的芳菲
以过浓的香甜使鲁莽的飞贼沉醉;
Sound of vernal showers
On the twinkling grass,
Rain-awakened flowers,
All that ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
晶莹闪烁的草地，
春霖洒落的声息，
雨后苏醒的花瓣，
称得上明朗，欢悦，
清新的一切，都不及你的音乐。
Teach us, sprite or bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
飞禽或是精灵，有什么
甜美的思绪在你心头?
我从没有听到过
爱情或是淳酒的颂歌
能够迸涌出这样神圣的极乐音流。
Chorus hymeneal
Or triumphal chaunt
Matched with thine, would be all
But an empty vaunt--
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
赞婚的合唱也罢，
凯旋的欢歌也罢，
和你的乐曲相比，
不过是空调的浮夸，
人们可以觉察，其中总有着贫乏。
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
什么样的物象或事件，
是你欢乐乐曲的源泉?
什么田野、波涛、山峦?
什么空中陆上的形态?
是你对同类的爱，还是对痛苦的绝缘?
With thy clear keen joyance
Languor cannot be:
Shadow of annoyance
Never came near thee:
Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
有你明澈强烈的欢快。
倦怠永不会出现，
烦恼的阴影从来
近不得你的身边，
你爱，却从不知晓过分充满爱的悲哀。
Waking or asleep,
Thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals dream,
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
是醒来或是睡去，
你对死的理解一定比
我们凡人梦想到的
更加深刻真切，否则
你的乐曲音流，怎能象液态的水晶涌泻?
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
