因与花木有约, 在匆匆结束了泰线后, 懒人又开此线. 
泰戈尔: 新月集---给阿丽
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或许是为了心中对美丽文字及那份思绪特别的眷恋吧, 总想在美文里多驻足片刻.
也抑或是因为理解力有限, 似乎不译两笔那些文字就会在心中逝去如烟.
所以, 尽管自知译不好, 还是想涂两笔, 在心中多留下一丝记忆.
世间最美的, 都瞬间即逝. 大概只有美丽的文字同音乐, 任你我随意欣赏吧.
记得纪伯伦写"先知"一书时年方十四. 我仍是难以置信, 只能视其为神人.
从前曾读过"先知". 虽然在书上UNDERLINE 外加 HIGHLIGHT, 除了喜欢, 不知到底记得几句.
昨晚译"船来了", 原想先译三分之一. 但沉浸在其中, 一直译到夜半.
船来了, 船来了......
读原文似乎更接近作者的思绪. 而反译只为练笔.
花木, 你头痛, 要多休息. 请不用特意来顶线. 咱们不外. 
若有同好想译, 敬请随意. 不管是译过的, 还是新文.
三人行, 必有我师.
请多多指正.
The Coming of the Ship
船来了
云天译
Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn onto his own day, had waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his ship that was to return and bear him back to the isle of his birth.
阿穆斯特法, 这个被挑选和被爱戴的,是他那个年代的曙光, 他在奥法利斯城等了十二年, 等着他的船只返来, 载他回他出生的小岛.
And in the twelfth year, on the seventh day of Ielool, the month of reaping, he climbed the hill without the city walls and looked seaward; and he beheld the ship coming with the mist.
在第十二年, 收获月的第七天, 他爬上没有城墙的山坡上, 眺望大海, 看到船在雾霭里驶来.
Then the gates of his heart were flung open, and his joy flew far over the sea. And he closed his eyes and prayed in the silences of his soul.
他的心扉豁然敞开, 他的欢乐飞向远方的大海. 闭上双目, 他在灵魂的寂静里祷告.
But he descended the hill, a sadness came upon him, and he thought in his heart:
但他走下山丘, 一股悲伤却袭来, 他心中想道:
How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.
我怎样才能平静离去, 而不带忧伤? 不, 我不可能不带着精神上的伤痕离开这个城市.
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?
在高墙之内, 我度过了漫长痛苦的白昼, 以及孤独漫长的黑夜;谁又能毫无遗憾地脱离他的痛苦?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.
在这些街道上, 飘洒着我太多的灵魂碎片; 在这些山岗上,有太多我牵挂的孩子们在那里赤裸行走; 我无法不带着重负和痛苦离开他们.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
今天, 我抛开的不是一件衣裳,而是我亲手撕下的一块皮肤.
Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.
也不是我留在身后的一缕思绪, 而是一颗饱含饥渴的甜蜜的心.
Yet I cannot tarry longer.
可是我却不能再耽搁了.
The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.
呼唤一切的大海向我召唤, 我必须登船.
For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.
因为, 虽然时间在夜里燃烧,留下意味着冻结,僵化,拘囿于模子中.
Fain would I take with me all that is here. But how shall I?
我将会快乐地带走这里的一切. 但我又如何能够呢?
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that give it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.
声音无法承载给它羽翼的唇舌. 它必须独自找寻天空.
And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.
飞鹰应离开巢窝,独自掠过太阳.
Now when he reached the foot of the hill, he turned again towards the sea, and he saw his ship approaching the harbor, and upon her prow the mariners, the men of his own land.
现在当他走到山脚下,他再次转身面向大海,看见他的船只正靠近港湾,船头站着水手们, 来自他故土的人们.
And his soul cried out to them, and he said:
他的灵魂向他们大喊, 他说:
Sons of my ancient mother, you riders of the tides,
我远古母亲的儿子们, 你们是弄潮儿,
How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream.
多少次你们在我梦里航行.如今你们来了, 我正苏醒, 这是我更深的梦.
Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind.
我就绪待发,我期盼的帆已张满, 等待风起.
Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,
我只要再吸一口宁静的空气, 只要再留恋地回望一眼,
Then I shall stand among you, a seafarer among seafarers.
我将站到你们当中, 成为水手中的一员.
And you, vast sea, sleepless mother,
而你, 宽阔的大海, 不眠的母亲,
Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream,
只有你能给予河流溪水以平安与自由,
Only another winding will this stream make, only another murmur in this glade,
小溪只要再转一道弯, 在林间空地再低吟一声,
And then shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.
我将来到你面前, 化做无边海洋中一滴自由的水珠.
And as he walked he saw from afar men and women leaving their fields and their vineyards and hastening towards the city gates.
他走着, 看到远处男人妇女都离开田野和匍萄园, 向城门匆匆走去.
And he heard their voices calling his name, and shouting from the field to field telling one another of the coming of the ship.
他听到他们的声音在呼喊他的名字, 从这片田喊到那片田, 转告船到来的消息.
And he said to himself:
他自语道:
Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering?
离别的日子该是相聚的日子吗?
And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn?
可以说别离的前夕其实是我的黎明吗?
And what shall I give unto him who has left his plough in midfurrow, or to him who has stopped the wheel of his winepress?
对于那个中途离开耕犁,还有那个停下榨酒轮子的, 我该拿什么回报呢?
Shall my heart become a tree heavy-laden with fruit that I may gather and give unto them?
我的心该化做缀满果实的树, 把收获的果实赠与他们?
And shall my desires flow like a fountain that I may fill their cups?
我的愿望化做流淌的泉水, 将他们的杯子斟满.
Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me?
我是一架竖琴, 让万能之神的手拨动; 或者我是一支笛子, 让他的呼吸吹过?
A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?
我寻求寂静, 我在静寂中找到什么样的宝藏, 能让我自信地馈赠他人呢?
If this is my day of harvest, in what fields have I sowed the seed, and in what unremembered seasons?
假如这是我收获的日子, 我曾在哪片地里洒过种子, 又是在哪个遗忘的季节里?
If this indeed be the hour in which I lift up my lantern, it is not my flame that shall burn therein.
假如这确是我举起灯笼的时辰, 那将燃烧的, 也不是我的光焰.
Empty and dark shall I raise my lantern,
我举起的灯笼是空荡黑暗的,
And the guardian of the night shall fill it with oil and he shall light it also.
夜的守护者将给它添满灯油, 也将点燃它.
These things he said in words. But much in his heart remained unsaid. For he himself could not speak his deeper secret.
这些事情是他说的话. 但心里还留着更多没说出来的. 因为他自己不能诉说心底的秘密.
And when he entered into the city all the people came to meet him, and they were crying out to him as with one voice.
当他走入城中, 所有的人们来迎接他, 他们同声高声呼喊他.
And the elders of the city stood forth and said:
城中长辈走向前, 说道:
Go not yet away from us.
请不要就离开我们.
A noontide have you been in our twilight, and your youth has given us dreams to dream.
你是我们暮色中的正午, 你的青春给了我们梦想.
No stranger are you among us, nor a guest, but our son and our dearly beloved.
你不是我们当中的陌生人, 也不是客人, 而是我们的儿子和亲爱的人.
Suffer not yet our eyes to hunger for your face.
请不要让我们的眼睛因渴望你的面容而伤痛.
And the priests and the priestesses said unto him:
祭司和女祭司对他说:
Let not the waves of the sea separate us now, and the years you have spent in our midst become a memory.
请不要让海浪现在把我们分离, 请不要让你在我们当中度过的岁月成为回忆.
You have walked among us a spirit, and your shadow has been a light upon our faces.
你是走在我们当中的精灵, 你的影子是映照我们面孔的光亮.
Much have we loved you. But speechless was our love, and with veils has it been veiled.
我们非常爱你. 但我们的爱无以表达, 它被面纱所遮掩.
Yet now it cries aloud unto you, and would stand revealed before you.
然而现在它在向你高喊, 将站在你面前显现.
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
爱从来不知道它的深度, 直到将分离的那个时刻.
And others came also and entreated him.
别人也来恳求他.
But he answered them not. He only bent his head; and those who stood near saw his tears falling upon his breast.
但他不回答他们. 他只是低下头, 站在他身旁的人看到他的泪水落到胸前.
And he and the people proceeded towards the great square before the temple.
他同人们向神庙前的大广场走去.
And there came out of the sanctuary a woman whose name was Almitra. And she was a seeress.
从殿堂里走出一个女人, 名叫阿蜜翠. 她是个女预言家.
And he looked upon her with exceeding tenderness, for it was she who had first sought and believed in him when he had been but a day in their city.
他以无比的柔情注视着她,因为在他到达他们这个城市的第一天, 是她第一个寻找他并且信任他.
And she hailed him, saying:
她向他行礼, 说道:
Prophet of God, in quest for the uttermost, long have you searched the distances for your ship.
上帝的先知, 在追求最高信念的过程里, 你走过了漫长的路途, 寻找你的船.
And now your ship has come, and you must needs go.
现在你的船来了, 你必须要离去.
Deep is your longing for the land of your memories and the dwelling place of your greater desires; and our love would not bind you nor our needs hold you.
你对记忆之地渴望深深, 你对更美的愿望之居盼望殷殷; 我们的爱和需求不该将你束缚.
Yet this we ask ere you leave us, that you speak to us and give us of your truth.
但我们请求, 在你离开我们之前, 请你给我们讲讲,告诉我们你的真理.
And we will give it unto our children, and they unto their children, and it shall not perish.
我们将把它传给我们的孩子, 他们再传给他们的孩子, 真理将不会消亡.
In your aloneness you have watched with our days, and in your wakefulness you have listened to the weeping and the laughter of our sleep.
在你孤寂中, 你看护着我们的日子;在你醒着时, 你倾听我们睡眠里的哭笑.
Now therefore disclose us to ourselves, and tell us all that has been shown you of that which is between birth and death.
现在, 就请向我们昭示吧, 告诉我们在生死之间你所看见的一切.
And he answered,
他答道,
People of Orphalese, of what can I speak save of that which is even now moving your souls?
奥法利斯的人们, 除了此刻激荡你们灵魂的事物, 我还能说什么呢?
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