聂儒达(Neruda)诗十四首

滨州

这是电影音乐碟片里的14首聂儒达诗。哪位有兴趣翻译或朗诵？

参见我的日志。http://www.tianyaxiaozhan.com/ho ... do=blog&id=6209

1. Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)

Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
  
2. Poetry

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don΄t know,
I don΄t know where it came from, from winter or a river.
I don΄t know how or when,
no, they were not voices,
they were not words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say,
my mouth had no way with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened
and open planets, palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated, riddled with arrows,
fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image of mystery,
I felt myself a pure part of the abyss.
I wheeled with the stars;
my heart broke loose on the open sky.

3. Leaning into the afternoons

Leaning into the afternoons,
I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes.
There, in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames;
its arms turning like a drowning man΄s.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that wave like the sea, or the beach by a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness my distant female;
from your regard sometimes, the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons,
I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed
by your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night, gallops on its shadowy mare,
Shedding blue tassels over the land.

4. Poor Fellows

What it takes on this planet,
to make love to each other in peace.
Everyone pries under your sheets;
everyone interferes with your loving.
They say terrible things about a man and a woman,
who after much milling about,
all sorts of compunctions,
do something unique,
they both lay with each other in one bed.
I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive,
or sneeze as they please.
Whether they whisper to each other in swamps about illegitimate frogs,
or the joys of amphibious living.
I ask myself if birds single out enemy birds,
or bulls gossip with bullocks before they go out in public with cows.
Even the roads have eyes and the parks their police.
Hotels spy on their guests,
windows name names,
canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.
All those ears and those jaws working incessantly,
till a man and his girl
have to raise their climax,
full tilt, on a bicycle.

5. Ode to the sea

Here surrounding the island,
There΄s sea.
But what sea?
It΄s always overflowing.
Says yes,
Then no,
Then no again,
And no,
Says yes
In blue
In sea spray
Raging,
Says no
And no again.
It can΄t be still.
It stammers
My name is sea.
It slaps the rocks
And when they aren΄t convinced,
Strokes them
And soaks them
And smothers them with kisses.
With seven green tongues
Of seven green dogs
Or seven green tigers
Or seven green seas,
Beating its chest,
Stammering its name,
Oh Sea,
This is your name.
Oh comrade ocean,
Don΄t waste time
Or water
Getting so upset
Help us instead.
We are meager fishermen,
Men from the shore
Who are hungry and cold
And you΄re our foe.
Don΄t beat so hard,
Don΄t shout so loud,
Open your green coffers,
Place gifts of silver in our hands.
Give us this day our daily fish.

6. Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks

All these fellows were there inside when she entered
utterly naked.
They΄d been drinking and began to spit at her,
recently come from the river, she understood nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way,
the taunts flowed over her glistening flesh
Obscenities drenched her golden breasts.
A stranger to tears, she did not weep,
A stranger to clothes, she did not dress.
They pocked her with cigarette ends and with burnt corks
And rolled on the tavern floor in raucous laughter
She did not speak, since speech was unknown to her
Her eyes were the colour of far away love
Her arms were matching topazes
Her lips moved soundlessly in coral light
And ultimately she left by that door
Hardly had she entered the river than she was cleansed
Gleaming once more like a white stone in the rain
And without a backward look, she swam once more
Swam towards nothingness, swam to her dawn.

7. Ode to a Beautiful Nude

With a chaste heart - with pure eyes - I celebrate your beauty.
Holding the leash of blood so that it might leap out
and trace your outline while you lie down in my Ode
As in a land of forests or in surf,
in aromatic loam or in sea music
Beautiful nude -
Equally beautiful your feet
arched by primeval tap of wind and sound.
Your ears, small shells of the splendid American sea.
Your breasts, a level plenitude fulfilled by living light.
Your flying eyelids of wheat, revealing or enclosing
The two deep countries of your eyes.
The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions
Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple,
Continues, separating your beauty down into two columns
Of burnished gold... fine alabaster
To sink into the two grapes of your feet
Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises ..
Flowering fire... open chandelier,
a swelling fruit over the pact of sea and earth.
From what materials? agate? quartz? wheat? Did your body come together?
Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills.
The cleavage of one petal, sweet fruits of a deep velvet
until alone remained, astonished
the fine and firm feminine form.
It is not only light that falls over the world,
Spreading inside your body it΄s suffocated snow...
So much as clarity...taking it΄s leave of you
As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

滨州

8. I Like For You to be Still

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.
I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.
And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.
I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it΄s not true.

9. Walking Around

It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailor shops and movie houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.
The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs.
The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool.
The only thing I want is to see no more stores, no gardens,
no more goods, no spectacles, no elevators.
It so happens that I am sick of my feet and my nails
and my hair and my shadow.
It so happens I am sick of being a man.
Still it would be marvellous
to terrify a law clerk with a cut lily,
or kill a nun with a blow on the ear.
It would be great
to go through the streets with a green knife
letting out yells until I died of the cold.
I don΄t want to go on being a root in the dark,
insecure, stretched out, shivering with sleep,
going on down, into the moist guts of the earth,
taking in and thinking, eating every day.
I don΄t want so much misery.
I don΄t want to go on as a root and a tomb,
alone under the ground, a warehouse with corpses,
half frozen, dying of grief.
That΄s why Monday, when it sees me coming
with my convict face, blazes up like gasoline,
and it howls on its way like a wounded wheel,
and leaves tracks full of warm blood leading toward the night.
And it pushes me into certain corners, into some moist houses,
into hospitals where the bones fly out the window,
into shoe shops that smell like vinegar,
and certain streets hideous as cracks in the skin.
There are sulphur-coloured birds, and hideous intestines
hanging over the doors of houses that I hate,
and there are false teeth forgotten in a coffeepot,
there are mirrors
that ought to have wept from shame and terror,
there are umbrellas everywhere, and venoms, and umbilical cords.
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes,
my rage, forgetting everything,
I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopaedic shops,
and courtyards with washing hanging from the line:
underwear, towels and shirts from which slow
dirty tears are falling.

10. Tonight I can write

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, ΄The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.΄
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes?
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that΄s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another΄s. She will be another΄s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that΄s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

11. Adonic Angela

Today I stretched out next
to a pure young woman
as if at the shore of a white ocean,
as if at the centre of a burning star
of slow space.
From her lengthily green gaze
the light fell like dry water,
in transparent and deep circles
of fresh force.
Her bosom like a two flamed fire
burned raised in two regions,
and in a double river reached
her large, clear feet.
A climate of gold scarcely ripened
the diurnal length of her body
filling it with extended fruit
sand hidden fire.

12. If you forget me (The verses of the captain)

I want you to know one thing
you know how this is
if I look at the crystal moon
at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,
If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log.
Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals, or little boats
that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well now, if little by little you stop loving me,
I shall stop loving you, little by little.
If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think at long and mad the wind banners that passes through my life
and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots,
remember than on that day, at that hour I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off to seek another land.
But if each day each hour
you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness.
If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love,
ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love beloved,
and as long as you live in will be in your arms without leaving mine.

13. Integrations

After everything,
I will love you
As if it were always before
As if, after so much waiting,
Not seeing you
And you not coming,
You were breathing close to me forever.
Close to me with your habits,
With your colour and your guitar
Just as countries unite
In school room lectures,
And two regions become blurred
And there is a river near a river
And two volcanoes grow together.
Close to you is close to me
And your absence is far from everything
And the moon is the colour of clay
In the night of quaking earth
When, in terror of the earth,
All the roots join together
And silence is heard ringing
With the music of fright
Fear is also a street
And among its trembling stones
Tenderness somehow is able
To march with four feet
And four lips
Since without leaving the present
That is a fragile thing
We touch the sand of yesterday
And in the sea
Love reveals a repeated fury

14. And now you’re mine (Love Sonnet LXXXI)

Now, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, pain, and work, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.
No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go; we will go joined by the waters of time.
No other one will travel the shadows with me,
only you, ever green, ever sun, ever moon.
Already your hands have opened their delicate fists
and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,
your eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,
while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:
night, Earth, winds weave their fate, and already,
not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream.

云天

奎兄好！

也到前院来玩了？ 太好了！  
这几天比较忙，没空到后院转。 等我闲下来再去拜访。

容欧慢慢欣赏你贴的美诗.

滨州

这里这么高雅，我哪里敢来玩呀! 因为看电影“邮递员”前对告诉儿子说，要跟他一起读一、二首老聂的诗，中文英文都要学, 但我那破中文，译好了自己都不想读，只能到这里请教来了。

这里大部分是情诗，能跟儿子一起认真学的不多。

奎兄好！

也到前院来玩了？ 太好了！  
这几天比较忙，没空到后院转。 等我闲下来再去拜访。

容 ...
云天 发表于 2009-11-11 03:03 PM

.R2.

很久以前 adagio 译了第二首的前段，是我最喜欢读的一首。贴这里给你看看。

是在那个年龄，
在那个时候，
诗寻找到我，
来到我的心中。
我不知道，
不知道它是从何而来，
来自冬天还是一条河流。
我不知道它是怎样来的，
它不是声音，
不是语言，
也不是沉默，
而是从一条街上将我召唤，
在夜的枝蔓间，
在人群中突然涌出，
在跳动的火焰中，
或是在转身离去的孤寂里。
我在那儿，面目变得模糊，
而它击中了我。

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don΄t know,
I don΄t know where it came from, from winter or a river.
I don΄t know how or when,
no, they were not voices,
they were not words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

云天

奎兄，欧是附庸风雅的。
前院讨论问题方便。一条线丢在那，十天半月还在。后院还要定位，不方便。
多多来啊。

奎兄教子有方。过几年就有成效了。    爱情诗倒是很唯美。
欧家一个长不大，一个不想长大，bedtime story 天天让我读 Harry Potter.  

老聂的诗我只瞄过几首，只对 I Remember You as You Were 有点印象。好象不在十四首中。
没译过的都记不住。    


R2 贴的诗译很漂亮！    学习了。

云天

为防老年。。症，抛砖献拙。  等玉。

Leaning into the Afternoons
Pablo Neruda

Leaning into the afternoons,
I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes.
There, in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames;
its arms turning like a drowning man΄s.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that wave like the sea, or the beach by a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness my distant female;
from your regard sometimes, the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons,
I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed
by your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night, gallops on its shadowy mare,
Shedding blue tassels over the land.

斜倚暮色
巴勃罗。聂儒达
云天译

斜倚在暮色里
我把张张忧伤的网
抛入你海一般的眼。
在那最炙热的火焰里
我的孤独延伸着，燃烧着；
它扭动双臂
仿佛溺水的人在挣扎。

我送束束红色信号
穿越你迷茫的眼
眼波起伏似大海
又如灯塔旁的沙滩。
远离我的女子啊
你只保存黑暗；
你的视线里有时
浮现恐惧的海岸。

斜倚在暮色里
我把张张忧伤的网
抛入你海一般
的眼拍打着的大海。
黑夜里，群鸟
啄食初上夜幕的星星
星光闪烁
一如我深爱你的灵魂。
暗夜乘朦胧梦魇飞奔
摇落一地幽蓝的流苏。

滨州

回复 5# .R2.


    谢谢R2。翻译得很好。

滨州

回复 7# 云天

云天真是快手，佩服!也代表儿子谢谢你!

老瓦

一下贴这么多，看来只有快手云能吃得消：）

刚好以前练习翻译过这首，一样的老毛病，滥用译者的自由度：））


POETRY
--By Pablo Neruda


And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

诗
--巴勃罗.聂鲁达


是那个年代……莅临的诗
来寻我。不知道， 我不知道
究竟它发源自，寒岁或流水
也不知它怎么，或什么时间显现
它幽然无声，既非
字迹，也非静寂
就在路边我被召唤了
从夜晚的角落
唐突间从人群里
从肆虐的火中
或孤零零的归途上
在我一脸茫然的刹那
它触及了我

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

我简直无以言表，我
瞠目结舌
我头脑发热或羽翼失修
而使灵魂有点蠢动
我一意孤行
去诠释那团火
我记下第一行苍白文字
变态的、空洞无物、纯粹
的痴言乱语、一整个无知者的
终极智慧
而忽然间我瞥见
天堂之锁开启
诸多星辰、离离草木
镶边的幻影
迷一般地
与箭、火焰和花丛
以及寥廓长夜、寰宇浑然一体

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

然而我， 沧海一粟
沉醉于璀璨的
星云、神秘的真迹和
图腾之间
感受自己实乃苍穹之子
与繁星同步遨游
泰然临风，从心而欲

滨州

一下贴这么多，看来只有快手云能吃得消：）

刚好以前练习翻译过这首，一样的老毛病，滥用译者的自由度：） ...
老瓦 发表于 2009-11-12 03:19 PM

谢老瓦。

贴那么多，是因为电影的音乐CD里有这十四首，贴出来大家欣赏。有兴趣的，挑着译。有的艳诗还真不太好译呢，大家欣赏吧。

云天

奎兄不客气。要谢你分享好诗呢。

老瓦译诗风格很独特，很有韵律美。   学习欣赏了。
谢评分与指点。
I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed
by your oceanic eyes.
这句我重新换行了。



挑首短诗涂几句。请各位不吝斧正。
奎兄，问问你家小公子，这首十四行诗是否适合婚礼？   



14. And now you’re mine (Love Sonnet LXXXI)

Now, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, pain, and work, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.
No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go; we will go joined by the waters of time.
No other one will travel the shadows with me,
only you, ever green, ever sun, ever moon.
Already your hands have opened their delicate fists
and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,
your eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,
while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:
night, Earth, winds weave their fate, and already,
not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream.

现在，你是我的
巴勃罗。聂儒达
云天译

现在，你是我的。沉入我的梦境里织梦。
爱情，忧伤，和工作，现在都必须安歇。
夜晚旋转，踏着看不见的轮子
在我身旁，你那么纯洁，一如沉睡的琥珀。
亲爱的，除了你，又有谁会在我的梦境里酣眠。
你会离去；我们将一起离去，乘时间的长河。
除了你，又有谁将与我携手穿越黑暗，
只有你，永远绿意盎然，永远阳光灿烂，永远月色溶溶。
你的双手已经舒展纤纤柔指
让温馨的信息，迷失方向，悄然滑落，
你双眸闭拢，似两道灰色的羽翼，
你携来一溪流水，载着我向前飘游：
夜晚，大地，和风，编织它们的命运，
我不仅没有失去你，并且，我已是你唯一的梦。

滨州

奎兄，问问你家小公子，这首十四行诗是否适合婚礼？
云天 发表于 2009-11-12 09:44 PM

真心佩服云天的翻译水平!
云天有远见，这首我收藏了。我儿子结婚前，我再给他看看，能不能在婚礼上念。

潇潇雨

谢谢滨州带来这麽多的好诗。 各位的译诗都学习欣赏了。  译得或文字优美，或语言独特，读着都是享受。
偶也来凑热闹， 译了一首， 各位高人见笑。  : ）

10. Tonight I can write
今夜，我可以写

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, ΄The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

今夜，我可以写出最忧伤的诗句
例如，写出，繁星之夜
星光正蓝，在遥远处颤抖
夜风在天空中回旋并歌唱

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

今夜，我可以写出最忧伤的诗句
我爱过她，有时她也爱我
如同今晚的夜，我曾夜夜拥她入怀
一遍遍亲吻她在无垠的夜空下

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes?
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

她爱过我，有时我也爱她
谁又能不爱她那双美丽，沉静的眼睛？
今夜，我可以写出最忧伤的诗句
想象我不拥有她，感受我失去了她

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

聆听这夜之广邈，因没有她而更加空阔
诗句坠入灵魂如同露水落上牧草
我的爱不能拥有她将会怎样？
繁星之夜，她却不在我身旁

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

这就是一切。远处有人歌唱，在远方
我的心灵因失去了她而失落
我的视线在寻找她，仿佛要把她带到近旁
我的心在寻找她，她已不知去向

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that΄s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

同一个夜晚染白同样的树木
我们，从那时，不再与从前相同
我不再爱她，是的，但我曾如何爱她
我的声音试图循风去抚摸她的倾听

Another΄s. She will be another΄s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that΄s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

别人的。她将是别人的。就像从前她是我的亲吻
她的声音，她洁净的身体，她深邃的眼睛
我不再爱她，是的， 但也许我爱她
爱如此短暂，遗忘如此久长

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

如同今晚的夜，我曾夜夜拥她入怀
我的心灵因失去了她而空虚
这是她让我承受的最后的痛苦
而这些是我为她写下的最后诗行

云天

非常感谢奎兄鼓励！    我只是学译，还请多多指正！ ：）
好主意！ 等小公子长大后，请他自己译。 这样就更有意义。


雨妹好身手！美译流畅贴切。   学习欣赏了。

雨妹/老瓦，还有那谁谁，接着译啊。  


译了第八首。
“a butterfly of dream”， 老聂或许知道庄周梦蝶？


各位周末快乐！


8。I Like For You to be Still
Pablo Neruda

我喜欢安静的你
巴勃罗。聂儒达
云天译

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

我喜欢安静的你：似乎你并不存在，
你远远地聆听，却听不见我的声音。
你的眼神仿佛已游离远去
你的芳唇似乎被亲吻封住。

As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.

因我的灵魂占据一切，无所不在
而你从中浮现，亦浸满我的灵魂。
你如同我的灵魂，梦幻之蝶，
你正是“忧郁”一词的化身。

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.

我喜欢安静的你，而你似乎很遥远。
你仿佛在哀叹，蝴蝶低吟如白鸽般。
你远远地聆听，却听不见我的声音：
就让我走入你的宁静，沉入寂静。

And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

让我以你的宁静同你交谈
那宁静明亮如灯盏，简单如圆圈，
你一如星空灿烂的夜晚般沉静。
你的沉静如星一般，遥远而清晰。


I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it΄s not true.

我喜欢安静的你：似乎你并不存在，
遥不可及，充满忧伤，仿佛你已长眠。
那么，一声言语，一抹微笑，就足够了。
就令我心欣然，高兴这一切不是真的。

云天

欧囫囵吞枣，再翻一首，只为防老年。。症。


12. If you forget me (The verses of the captain)
Pablo Neruda

如果你忘记我
巴勃罗。聂鲁达
云天译

I want you to know one thing
you know how this is
if I look at the crystal moon
at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,
If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log.
Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals, or little boats
that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me.

我想告诉你一件事
你明白这是怎么一回事
假如我在窗前凝视
秋日悠悠，红叶梢头，月色晶莹
假如我在炉火旁，轻触细碎的炭灰
或轻抚沟壑纵横的圆木躯干。
一切的一切，令我想起你，诸如世间万物，
气味，光亮，金属，抑或一艘艘小船
都驶往你那些等我造访的小岛。

Well now, if little by little you stop loving me,
I shall stop loving you, little by little.
If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think at long and mad the wind banners that passes through my life
and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots,
remember that  on that day, at that hour I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off to seek another land.

现在，假如你对我的爱渐渐消褪，
那么我对你的爱，也会缓缓终止。
假如你突然把我遗忘，那就不要寻找我
因为我应当已经忘了你。
假如你认为，飘越我生命的风中旌旗，长久且疯狂
并且决定，把我独自留在我已生根的心之堤岸
那么记住，在那一天，那一时刻，我将高举双臂
我所有的根将起程，去寻找另一片土地。

But if each day each hour
you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness.
If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love,
ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love， beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

但假如每一天，每一个时刻
你都感觉你我注定有缘，心怀无以言表的甜蜜。
假如每一天，都有一朵花攀上你的唇寻找我，啊我的爱，
啊我的心上人，那掬火焰在我心中再次点燃，
在我心里，无一被熄灭，亦无一被遗忘，
亲爱的，我的爱活在你的爱里，
只要你活在世上，它就在你的臂弯里，与我咫尺不离。

云天

swan.eagle

聂鲁达的诗歌我喜欢，深情又有力，等有空时来仔细读 :)

滨州

再谢云天等君的美译!

星期一要出差， 到RENO。我会在路上好好拜读每一位的译文。

云天

奎兄要出远门啊。
我们这里下周二可能要下雨，那么RENO/TAHOE一带就可能会下雪，会很冷的。
旅途愉快！

swan.eagle 好文采，也来一起译啊。

线上诸君好！下周五见。

老瓦

没有快手云的动作麻利，但这一首刚好也是我以前练习过的：） 好像英文的版本稍有出入。


*****************************
IF YOU FORGET ME By Pablo Neruda

假如你忘却我 --巴勃罗.聂鲁达



I want you to know
one thing.

我想要你明白
这一点

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

你一定清楚：
每每我凝眸
那冰洁的皎月，那窗外清秋的
嫣红的枝头
每每我轻拂炉火边
缈然无形的灰烬
抑或那浑身粗糙的炭木
时时刻刻都把我带回给你
仿佛人世间的点点滴滴
沉香、光与各种金属
都化作轻盈的船
驶向
你那迎候我的岛屿

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

当然
一旦你悄然疏远我
我的爱亦将趋于平淡

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

倏然间
你若不记得我
请别再寻觅
因为我早已把你忘记

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

假如你以为
那激扬过我一生的旌风
狂野不羁
于是你决意
离弃我
在我原本归属的
心灵沙滩
请记住
就在那一天
那一刻
我将扼腕出行
去寻求另一片属地

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

可是
如果每一天
每一刻
你万般幸福地感到
你宿命中是我的未来
如果每天有一枝花
匍匐在你的唇边探寻我
哦爱人，我的至爱
那簇火苗复燃在我胸膛
从未泯灭，从未忘却
我的爱哺育着你的，我深爱的
今生今世，这份爱将依偎你怀里
并永生于我自己

滨州

回复 20# 云天
谢谢云天关心。RENO虽然没有下雪，但一早一晚确实挺冷的。

滨州

回复 21# 老瓦

谢谢老瓦美译。

云天

回复 22# 滨州

奎兄好！

天气预报总是有误。 前两天只见乌云， 不见雨滴。 ：）
早晨这里也凉起来了。 草坪上有一层薄薄的霜。

云天

回复 21# 老瓦

不好意思， 偶只求快。

老瓦这首诗译很令偶刮目。 用词考究，一如既往。  难得的是非常终实原文。
看来钱钟书先生所言美与忠实可以两全。  ：）

“扼腕出行”发挥得很贴切。

对我来说， 翻译时发挥的限度是总也搞不清的问题。  

云天

继续抛砖。 又是随手译的。
期待各位的美玉。  ：）

Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)

清晨
巴勃罗。聂鲁达
云天译

Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

你玉体裸露， 如此单纯,  一如你的手;
光润朴实，小巧透明，丰腴饱满。
你展现月亮的线条，　苹果的路径
你玉体裸露，娥娜窈窕，好比脱壳的麦粒。

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

你玉体裸露，湛蓝无比，宛如古巴的夜色；
藤蔓和星辰，点缀你的秀发。
你玉体裸露，浩瀚宽广，澄黄灿烂，
恰似金色教堂里流溢的仲夏时光。

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.

你玉体裸露，娇小玲珑，好似你的指甲；
凹凸有致， 细腻粉嫩， 直到白昼来临
你才隐没到地下的世界。
好象步入衣服和琐事的幽深隧道；
你的华彩渐渐黯淡， 披上衣裳， 摇落树叶
再次化为一只裸露的手。

潇潇雨

云ＭＭ和老瓦诗人的诗译得好棒．欣赏了！　钱钟书先生所言美与忠实可以两全。 　ＺＴ．　：）　

也谢谢二位的鼓励。　

云天

谢雨妹美言！    
期待你更多的美玉。 ：）

问奎兄并线上各位好！  
另， Netflix 的 DVD 已收到， 会找空看。


又试着涂了一首。 这种风格的诗很少译。 献拙引玉。


5. Ode to the sea

Here surrounding the island,
There΄s sea.
But what sea?
It΄s always overflowing.
Says yes,
Then no,
Then no again,
And no,
Says yes
In blue
In sea spray
Raging,
Says no
And no again.
It can΄t be still.
It stammers
My name is sea.
It slaps the rocks
And when they aren΄t convinced,
Strokes them
And soaks them
And smothers them with kisses.
With seven green tongues
Of seven green dogs
Or seven green tigers
Or seven green seas,
Beating its chest,
Stammering its name,
Oh Sea,
This is your name.
Oh comrade ocean,
Don΄t waste time
Or water
Getting so upset
Help us instead.
We are meager fishermen,
Men from the shore
Who are hungry and cold
And you΄re our foe.
Don΄t beat so hard,
Don΄t shout so loud,
Open your green coffers,
Place gifts of silver in our hands.
Give us this day our daily fish.


致大海
巴勃罗。聂鲁达
云天译


环绕着岛屿的，
是大海。
可什么是大海呢？
它汹涌澎湃，永不停息。
说”是”，
又说”不”，
仍然是”不”，
还是”不”
说”是”
忧伤地。
海浪翻卷
咆啸着，
说“不”
接连着说“不”。
大海压根不会安宁
它吞吞吐吐---
我的名字叫大海。
它拍打着岩石
可它们不相信
大海抚摸它们
把它们浸得湿透
一遍又一遍用亲吻窒息它们。
用七条狂犬
或七只猛虎
或七片大海的
七条利舌
拍打它的胸膛
结结巴巴吐出它的名字，
哦，大海
这就是你的名字.
哦， 大海同志，
别这么消磨光阴
也别这么浪费水
何必如此闷闷不乐
还是来帮帮我们吧。
我们是贫寒的打鱼人，
来自岸上的人们
我们饥寒交迫
可你却和我们做对。
别这么恶狠狠地拍击
也别这么厉声嚎叫，
打开你的绿宝箱，
把银礼物搁在我们手上。
把鱼天天赏赐给我们吧。

滨州

回复 28# 云天

谢云天美译。

希望云天能喜欢那电影。我还很喜欢电影音乐CD。

云天

谢奎兄鼓励！
有些艳诗瞄了两眼，好象要译出味道，还真不容易。
我偶尔断句，也都是白开水似的。 恐难下笔。

DVD 看完了。 音乐/剧情都是淡淡的，但余韵袅袅。my cup of tea.  :)
快结尾时，看到Mario 额上冒着汗珠。想起你的日志， 知道演员当时一定忍受着疼痛。
剧终时，演员与剧中人都走了。 读着字幕上“Poetry"一诗,   心头罩上一层说不出的伤感。。。

电影中的对话平淡/风趣/精彩。

Mario: Poetry doesn't belong to those who write it; it belongs to those who need it.

Neruda: When you explain poetry, it becomes banal. Better than any explanation is the experience of feelings that poetry can reveal to a nature open enough to understand it.

多谢奎兄推荐！  

Have a fabulous week ahead!

云天

译不好， 还是涂两笔吧。  还剩五首。  ：）


第四首：


Poor Fellows

可怜的人们
巴勃罗。聂鲁达
云天译

What it takes on this planet,
to make love to each other in peace.
Everyone pries under your sheets;
everyone interferes with your loving.

在这个世上，要怎么样
两个人才可以静静地相爱。
人人窥探你的隐私；
人人干预你的爱情。

They say terrible things about a man and a woman,
who after much milling about,
all sorts of compunctions,
do something unique,
they both lay with each other in one bed.

他们饶舌一对男女间可怕的事，
那两人犹豫徘徊，
充满种种悔恨不安，
做了出格的事，
他们两人躺在一张床上。

I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive,
or sneeze as they please.
Whether they whisper to each other in swamps about illegitimate frogs,
or the joys of amphibious living.

我自问， 青蛙是否非常诡秘，
是否随心所欲地打喷嚏。
他们是否在草泽里悄声议论那些青蛙私生子，
是否飞短流长双栖生活的欢愉。

I ask myself if birds single out enemy birds,
or bulls gossip with bullocks before they go out in public with cows.
Even the roads have eyes and the parks their police.
Hotels spy on their guests,
windows name names,
canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.

我自问，小鸟们是否孤立那些敌对的小鸟，
公牛们在同母牛们公开出双入对前，他们是否会与小牛们八卦。
甚至，这些路上是否长着眼睛，公园是否有自己的警察。
旅店是否暗中监视它们的房客，
窗子是否会指名道姓，
大炮和舰队是否会奉命登岸，摧毁爱情。

All those ears and those jaws working incessantly,
till a man and his girl
have to raise their climax,
full tilt, on a bicycle.

所有那些耳朵和下巴喋喋不休，
直到一个男子和他的姑娘
要达到高潮，
在一辆脚踏车上, 全力以赴。

云天

诚谢写字乐园可见光才女指点。老瓦也指正过。 一并感谢。
http://www.writingisfun.org/viewthread.php?tid=3142

第三首改正版：

Leaning into the Afternoons
Pablo Neruda

Leaning into the afternoons,
I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes.
There, in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames;
its arms turning like a drowning man΄s.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that wave like the sea, or the beach by a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness my distant female;
from your regard sometimes, the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons,
I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed
by your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night, gallops on its shadowy mare,
Shedding blue tassels over the land.

斜倚暮色
巴勃罗。聂儒达
云天译

斜倚在暮色里
我把张张忧伤的网
抛入你海一般的眼。
在那最炙热的火焰里
我的孤独延伸着，燃烧着；
它扭动双臂
仿佛溺水的人在挣扎。

我送束束红色信号
穿越你迷茫的眼
眼波起伏似大海
又如灯塔旁的沙滩。
远离我的女子啊
你只保存黑暗；
你的视线里有时
浮现恐惧的海岸。

斜倚在暮色里
我把张张忧伤的网
抛入你海一般的眼
拍打着的汪洋。
黑夜里，群鸟
啄食初上夜幕的星星
星光闪烁
一如我深爱你的灵魂。
暗夜乘朦胧梦魇飞奔
摇落一地幽蓝的流苏。

云天

老瓦说第一首诗译要少用“四个字”的用词。 但恐旧习难改。
接受并感谢。   原来可以借评分砸砖。

再试一回。  

各位周末快乐！


Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)

清晨
巴勃罗。聂鲁达
云天译

Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

裸露的你， 一如你的玉手般单纯；
光润，朴实，小巧，透明，丰腴。
你展现月亮的线条，　苹果的路径
裸露的你，恰似脱壳的麦粒般窈窕。

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

裸露的你，宛如古巴的夜色般湛蓝；
藤蔓和星辰，点缀你的秀发。
裸露的你，浩瀚澄黄，
恰似金色教堂里流溢的仲夏时光。

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.

裸露的你，如同你的指甲般玲珑；
凹凸有致， 细腻粉嫩， 直到白昼降临
你才隐没到地下的世界。
仿佛步入衣服和琐事的幽深隧道；
你的华彩渐渐黯淡， 披上衣裳， 摇落树叶
再次化为一只裸露的手。

云天

云天

知其不可为而为之。 懒得再动脑筋，把译过的贴上来。


6. Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks

All these fellows were there inside when she entered
utterly naked.
They΄d been drinking and began to spit at her,
recently come from the river, she understood nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way,
the taunts flowed over her glistening flesh
Obscenities drenched her golden breasts.
A stranger to tears, she did not weep,
A stranger to clothes, she did not dress.
They pocked her with cigarette ends and with burnt corks
And rolled on the tavern floor in raucous laughter
She did not speak, since speech was unknown to her
Her eyes were the colour of far away love
Her arms were matching topazes
Her lips moved soundlessly in coral light
And ultimately she left by that door
Hardly had she entered the river than she was cleansed
Gleaming once more like a white stone in the rain
And without a backward look, she swam once more
Swam towards nothingness, swam to her dawn.


美人鱼和酒鬼们的寓言
巴勃罗。聂鲁达
云天译

她一丝不挂地走进来
所有的酒鬼都在那里。
他们正喝着酒，朝她啐口水，
而她，刚从河里来，一无所知。

她是个迷路的美人鱼，
嘲笑声溅满她鳞光熠熠的肌肤
下流话浸穿她每一寸金色乳房。
不知眼泪为何物，她没有哭泣，
也从未见过衣裳，她袒露全身。

他们用烟头和灼烫的酒塞戳她
他们在酒馆地板上打着滚，粗声狂笑。
她不做声，因为她不知语言是什么


她的眼闪烁遥远的爱的色彩
她的玉臂堪与黄水晶相媲美
她的唇在珊瑚光里无声嚅动
最终，她走出了那扇门
一跳入河水，
她身上的污垢就被冲去了
犹如雨中白石，她重焕光彩，
没有回首，她再次与水嬉戏
游向虚无，游向她的黎明。

云天

云天

7. Ode to a Beautiful Nude
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MjFpcLDGOU&feature=related

With a chaste heart
With pure eyes I celebrate your beauty
Holding the leash of blood
So that it might leap out and trace your outline
Where you lie down in my Ode
As in a land of forests or in surf
In aromatic loam, or in sea music


Beautiful nude
Equally beautiful your feet
Arched by primeval tap of wind or sound
Your ears, small shells
Of the splendid American sea
Your breasts of level plentitude
Fulfilled by living light
Your flying eyelids of wheat
Revealing or enclosing
The two deep countries of your eyes

The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions
Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple
Continues separating your beauty down into two columns of
Burnished gold
Fine alabaster
To sink into the two grapes of your feet
Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises
Flowering fire
Open chandelier
A swelling fruit
Over the pact of sea and earth

From what materials
Agate?
Quartz?
Wheat?
Did your body come together?
Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills
The cleavage of one petal
Sweet fruits of a deep velvet
Until alone remained
Astonished
The fine and firm feminine form

It is not only light that falls over the world
Spreading inside your body
it΄s suffocated snow...
So much is clarity
Taking its leave of you
As if you were on fire within

The moon lives in the lining of your skin


致美丽的裸体
巴勃罗。聂鲁达
云天译


以圣洁的心
以纯净的眼----我赞美你的美丽
攥紧血的缰绳
以免它奔腾而出，描摹你
躺在我颂歌里的轮廓
恰似在森林里，浪尖上
芬芳的土壤中，抑或大海的音乐里

美丽的裸体---
同等美丽的裸足
拱起风与声的远古节拍
你的双耳---
壮丽美洲海的精巧贝壳
你的玉乳---
充溢着生命光亮的平地
你麦穗般飞扬的睫毛---
揭示或蕴藏
双眸中两个深邃的国度
你双肩的线条分隔出苍白的地域
消失自己，融进两瓣精致的苹果
继而下行，把你的美丽分为两行
熠熠生辉的金子
细嫩的雪花石膏
沉入你足上的两粒葡萄
你对称的树在那里再度燃烧升腾
吐蕊的火焰
绽放的吊灯
膨涨的果实
覆盖海洋与陆地的契约

源自何种材料
玛瑙？
水晶？
麦粒？
你的身体可曾凝聚过
如饱满的烤面包，象征银色的群山
迸裂的花瓣
绛紫的甜果
直至独自守候
惊讶于
这细腻柔韧的女性体形

在你体中弥漫的
不只是俯照大地的光
还有令人窒息的雪
如此纯净
离你而去
仿佛你心中有团火在燃烧

你的肌肤荡漾着月光柔柔

云天

云天

9. Walking Around

It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailor shops and movie houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.
The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs.
The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool.
The only thing I want is to see no more stores, no gardens,
no more goods, no spectacles, no elevators.
It so happens that I am sick of my feet and my nails
and my hair and my shadow.
It so happens I am sick of being a man.
Still it would be marvellous
to terrify a law clerk with a cut lily,
or kill a nun with a blow on the ear.
It would be great
to go through the streets with a green knife
letting out yells until I died of the cold.
I don΄t want to go on being a root in the dark,
insecure, stretched out, shivering with sleep,
going on down, into the moist guts of the earth,
taking in and thinking, eating every day.
I don΄t want so much misery.
I don΄t want to go on as a root and a tomb,
alone under the ground, a warehouse with corpses,
half frozen, dying of grief.
That΄s why Monday, when it sees me coming
with my convict face, blazes up like gasoline,
and it howls on its way like a wounded wheel,
and leaves tracks full of warm blood leading toward the night.
And it pushes me into certain corners, into some moist houses,
into hospitals where the bones fly out the window,
into shoe shops that smell like vinegar,
and certain streets hideous as cracks in the skin.
There are sulphur-coloured birds, and hideous intestines
hanging over the doors of houses that I hate,
and there are false teeth forgotten in a coffeepot,
there are mirrors
that ought to have wept from shame and terror,
there are umbrellas everywhere, and venoms, and umbilical cords.
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes,
my rage, forgetting everything,
I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopaedic shops,
and courtyards with washing hanging from the line:
underwear, towels and shirts from which slow
dirty tears are falling.


四处游荡
巴勃罗。聂鲁达
云天译

偶然间，我对人生充满厌烦。
我碰巧跨进裁缝店和影剧院
象毛毡做的天鹅，干枯，防水，
在内部和灰烬的水流中绕行
剃头店的味道呛得我沙哑地抽噎
我只想静静躺下，象石头或羊毛那样
我只想避开店铺，花园，
还有货品，眼镜，和电梯
偶然间，我厌倦了我的脚，我的指甲
还有我的头发和我的影子。
偶然间，我对人生充满厌烦。
但剪下一茎百合，把法院小职员吓一跳
或一拳打到一个修女耳朵上，让她丧命
那仍会很有趣。
手里攥把绿刀，穿街过市
大喊大叫，直到冻死
那该多过瘾。
我不想继续做黑暗中的草根
担惊受怕，过度紧张，在梦中颤抖，
钻入大地湿漉漉的五脏六腑
每日呼吸，冥思，吃饭。
我不想忍受这么多痛苦。
我不想这么活下去，仿佛草根和坟墓，
孤零零地在地下，一座停尸库
半僵硬，惨兮兮地死去。
所以当礼拜一瞧见我满脸罪过地走来，
它象汽油般点燃
一路嚎叫，仿佛受伤的轮子
拖着满地血迹斑斑的车辙，驶向黑漆漆的夜。
它把我逼入某些角落，一些潮湿的屋子
还有那些窗子里飞出骨头的医院
那些散发着醋味的鞋店
那些象皲裂的皮肤般丑陋的街巷
我厌恶那里的房门
上面挂着硫磺色的小鸟，可怕的肠子
那里，假牙遗忘在咖啡壶里
那里本该有拭去了羞辱和恐惧的镜子
可那里到处遍布着雨伞，蛇毒，和脐带。
我一路默默走着，带着我的眼，我的鞋，
还有我的愤怒，把一切遗忘
我走着，穿过办公楼和整形诊所
路经绳上晾着衣裳的院子：
污秽的泪水正从内衣，浴巾，衬衫上
缓缓滴落。

云天

云天

11. Adonic Angela

Today I stretched out next
to a pure young woman
as if at the shore of a white ocean,
as if at the centre of a burning star
of slow space.
From her lengthily green gaze
the light fell like dry water,
in transparent and deep circles
of fresh force.
Her bosom like a two flamed fire
burned raised in two regions,
and in a double river reached
her large, clear feet.
A climate of gold scarcely ripened
the diurnal length of her body
filling it with extended fruit
sand hidden fire.


美神般的天使
巴勃罗。聂鲁达
云天译

今天我舒展肢体，躺在
一个纯洁年轻的女子身旁，
仿佛置身于白色海洋的沙滩上，
又如同缓行的太空里
在一颗炙烫的星星正当中。

她悠长碧绿的凝视
发散着枯水般的光亮，
圈圈涟漪，清彻深邃
荡漾新生的活力。

她的柔胸犹如两团火焰
在两个地域燃烧，升腾，
两弯溪水流至
她宽大而洁净的双足。

金色的气候很难催熟
她身体白昼的长度
延期的果子和内敛的火焰
贮满她的玉体

云天

忘了译第十三首，还以为译完了呢。 有空再来补上。

滨州

回复 42# 云天

云天度假回来了？还是在路上还念念不忘小站？
谢谢你译那么多!真有点不好意思了。当初，我想可能有人(当然肯定有你)会挑着译几首，没想到你译那么多。
祝你和你全家过节快乐!

云天

回复 43# 滨州

奎兄好！
回来了，只是周末带孩子去看雪。  过两天再出去玩。 ：）

奎兄你千万别这么客气。
我要多谢你呢，贴这么多好诗，让我们欣赏。

今天贴的，有些是前段就译好了的。
因为我觉得自己译不好艳诗，所以想等着赏玉。 既然没人贴，我就都摆上来献拙了。
对我来说，译两笔不亦乐乎。 等有空，我再做修改，贴到后院。


再谢奎兄分享好电影，好音乐，好诗！

祝奎兄并全家圣诞新年快乐！  

祝线上各位圣诞新年快乐！

云天

13. Integrations

After everything,
I will love you
As if it were always before
As if, after so much waiting,
Not seeing you
And you not coming,
You were breathing close to me forever.
Close to me with your habits,
With your colour and your guitar
Just as countries unite
In school room lectures,
And two regions become blurred
And there is a river near a river
And two volcanoes grow together.
Close to you is close to me
And your absence is far from everything
And the moon is the colour of clay
In the night of quaking earth
When, in terror of the earth,
All the roots join together
And silence is heard ringing
With the music of fright
Fear is also a street
And among its trembling stones
Tenderness somehow is able
To march with four feet
And four lips
Since without leaving the present
That is a fragile thing
We touch the sand of yesterday
And in the sea
Love reveals a repeated fury



融合
巴勃罗。聂鲁达
云天译

经历了一切
我将深爱你
仿佛一如从前
仿佛在漫长的等待后
望不到你的身影
你并没有到来
而你的气息总在我身旁


靠近我，带来你的嗜好，
带上你的色彩和你的吉他
就如学校课本中
不同的国度相联盟
两片疆域变得界限模糊
一条河毗邻另一条
两座火山渐渐熔为一体


靠近你就是靠近我
你的缺席并非至关紧要
在地动山摇的暗夜里
月亮呈现一轮土色
当大地恐惧时
树根都拥抱在一起
可怕的音乐声中
回荡着寂静的鸣响

恐惧也是条街巷
在它瑟瑟发抖的石砾中
温柔不知怎么竟能
用四只脚和四张唇前行

因为，若不告别今天
它将会非常脆弱
我们轻抚昨日的细沙
在大海当中
爱情暴露一再反复的恼怒


=============

Poetry
Pablo Neruda

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e ... from=PL&index=2

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don΄t know,
I don΄t know where it came from, from winter or a river.
I don΄t know how or when,
no, they were not voices,
they were not words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say,
my mouth had no way with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened
and open planets, palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated, riddled with arrows,
fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image of mystery,
I felt myself a pure part of the abyss.
I wheeled with the stars;
my heart broke loose on the open sky.


诗
巴勃罗。聂鲁达
云天译


在那个年代。。。
诗前来找寻我。
我不知道，
我不知道它从哪来，
是来自寒冬，还是一湾溪流。
我不知道它怎样来，又是何时抵临，
不，它们不是声音，
它们也不是文字，更不是静寂，
在一条小巷边它召唤我，
从暗夜的枝桠间，
倏然间，从人群中，
在熊熊火焰间，
或独自归来，
在那里，我面目模糊
它触动了我的心。
我不知道该说什么，
我的口什么都无法命名
我的眼什么都看不到，
某样东西在我的灵魂里悸动，
狂热，或是遗忘的羽翼，
我用自己的方式，
试图诠释那团火焰
我写下苍白的第一行，
微弱，空洞无物，十足的胡言乱语，
简单的智慧
出自一个一无所知的人，
骤然间，我望见天堂开启
敞开的行星，悸动的庄园，
穿孔的影子，
参差着箭矢，
火苗和花朵，
迷离的夜，还有宇宙。
而我，万般渺小，
沉醉在浩翰星宇的空无中
类似，神秘的影像
我恍若坠入深渊。
与星辰共旋转；
苍穹浩浩，我心飘逸。

**********************

Tonight I Can Write
Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.



今夜，我可以写
巴勃罗。聂鲁达
云天译

今夜，我可以写最伤感的诗行。

譬如，写下“繁星满天
星星闪烁幽蓝，在远方颤抖。”

夜风在苍穹里旋转吟唱。

今夜，我可以写最伤感的诗行。
我爱过她，她有时也爱我。

这般夜色里，我的双臂曾环绕她。
浩瀚的夜空下，我一次又一次吻过她。

她爱过我，我有时也爱她。
谁能不爱她美妙静谧的明眸？

今夜，我可以写最伤感的诗行。
想起不再拥有她。感觉到已失去她。


聆听无边的夜，因没有她而愈加渺茫。
诗行坠入我的灵魂，一如露珠落到草原上。

我的爱既留不住她，又有何用场。
夜空星光璀璨，可她却不在我身旁。

这是一切。远处飘来谁的歌声。自远方。
我的灵魂失去了她，失望沮丧。

我的视线想搜寻她，仿佛想把她带近些。
我的心寻找她，可她却不在我身旁。

一样的夜色，洗白一样的树丛。
曾经的我们，如今却已非昨日。

我不再爱她，肯定的，但我曾经挚爱她。
为触摸她的听觉，我的声音曾把风儿追寻。

别人的。 她会属于别人。就象我吻她之前那样。
她的声音，她闪亮的玉体。 她深邃的目光。

我不再爱她，肯定的，但也许我还爱着她。
爱是如此短暂，遗忘却是那么漫长。

这般夜色下，我的双臂曾环绕她
我的灵魂失去了她，失望沮丧。

这是她让我忍受的最后的痛苦
而这些，是我为她写下的最后的诗行。

云天

can't find "Integrations" in Youtube. something else to watch instead. the music is simple, yet lovely.