第十九首
心灵交易所自有通商物；
在这市场我以发丝交易；
从我诗人前额到我心底，
超值商队收到这绺发束——
华丽紫黑，像从前遮挡品达眼睛那样，
朦胧紫光，缕缕忧郁，对峙
缪斯九女神炽烈神情。从这衬饰……
桂冠的荫影，心爱的人，我猜想，
依然留滞你发鬈，如此浓郁弥显！
所以，以一束平静吻之气息，
我从滑顺的后面给影子系上保险，
把这礼物放在决无妨碍的我心里，
当作仍在你额面，对着缺陷的
正常需要的冲动，直到我的爱情冷却在死寂。
译注：品达，希腊田园诗人，尤以其颂歌集著称。
XIX.
THE soul's Rialto hath its merchandise ;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart ;
And from my poet's forehead to my heart,
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies, ---
As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart, …
The bay-crown's shade, Beloved, I surmise,
Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black !
Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,
I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,
And lay the gift where nothing hindereth,
Here on my heart as on thy brow, to lack
No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.
第二十首
心爱的人，我心爱的人，我想见
一年前，你所处的世界，
那时候，我独自坐在这里，这雪野
茫茫不见足迹，杳听寂静沉淀，
没有瞬息你声音……只是，一环扣一环
拨弄我的镣铐，像是当然
决不可能脱掉，无论你怎样扼惋，
锤打……噢，结果我喝了，好大一碗
生命奇迹！多么非凡，多么妙契，
白天，黑夜，再不会让你敏感慄惶，
稳慎待人，议论——甚至不挑剔
某些预言——你与花开吉祥，
你守护开放！嘿，无神论者钝愚，
猜不中上帝在视觉之外到场。
XX.
BELOVED, my Beloved, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
What time I sate alone here in the snow
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
No moment at thy voice, … but link by link
Went counting all my chains as if that so
They never could fall off at any blow
Struck by thy possible hand … why, thus I drink
Of life's great cup of wonder. Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With personal act or speech, --- nor even cull
Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest growing ! Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
第二十一首
说，再说，再三地说，
说我爱你。虽然这话重复又重复
会像布谷鸟歌唱，你，就当作布谷。
记忆决不计较山岗平坡，
河川树林，若没有她布谷绷紧
初放之春，葱郁的绿怎能茂颐！
心爱的人，我，在黑暗里致意，
犹豫挣扎服输，迟疑不决吐吟
心迹……说，再说一遍……我最爱！谁会惧嫌
太多的星，尽管一颗颗都会弃天空流萤——
谁会烦厌太多的花，纵使一朵朵都将为增年祭献！
说我爱你，爱你，爱你——若银铃
重复声声！——只要用心，不要说念，
亲爱，爱我，也要默默，伴着你心灵。
XXI.
SAY over again and yet once over again
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem “ a cuckoo-song, ” as thou dost treat it,
Remember never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain,
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed !
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry … Speak once more … thou lovest ! Who can fear
Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll ---
Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year ?
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me --- toll
The silver iterance ! --- only minding, Dear,
To love me also in silence, with thy soul.
第二十二首
可是，我俩心灵正直，坚定执着。
我们面对面，默默寂语，形影愈趋近，
直至展翅扑火奔进
各自轨迹——多么苦痛的错
尘世可以对我们做，我们就不渴望
尘世的满足？想着，登上更高基坎
天使会赐予我们，期盼
降临一些金色谐韵，完美歌唱
深探我们内心共鸣！喔，压制，克己，让我们延缓，
宁可待在现实，心爱的人——不宜要
对抗的人类心理逆反，
杜绝纯粹激情，许可一角
白日爱的位置立站，
任黑暗和死亡时刻缠绕。
XXII.
WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curved point, --- what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented ? Think. In mounting higher,
The angels would press on us, and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved, --- where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
第二十三首
是真的吗？假若我躺在这里死去，
你会思念我所有失去的生命，
太阳将因你发光冷冥，
就为墓穴湿气降凝我头躯？
我好惊讶，我心爱的人，当读至
信中你如此牵挂，我是你所有——
噢……这么多……对你有这么多么？我可以倾泻你的酒
直到我的手颤抖？那么我的灵魂，而不是
不是死亡之梦，又开始在生命低层漫游！
好吧，爱我吧，爱我！看着我……吻我！
像个欢快女郎，不在乎生疏陌友，
为爱，献出产业帝国，
我屈从坟墓，为了你的缘故，换走
身边甜美天堂的景致，只要有你的尘廓！
XXIII.
Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead,
Would’st thou miss any life in losing mine,
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine,
Because of grave-damps falling round my head ?
I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine ---
But … _so_ much to thee ? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble ? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range !
Then love me, Love ! look on me … breathe on me !
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee !
第二十四首
让世事之锐利合如紧扣的刀把，
将自己封闭无害，
握在亲密爱人手中，变得柔软温蔼；
让我们听不到人类冲突的嘈杂，
继关闭的咔嗒声之后，一生又一生——
我依偎你，爱，不受恐慌，
如同感知魔力保护般安康，
抵御俗世损伤，哪怕世界郁蒸
凌弱恃强。洁白依然炽盛，
我们生命的纯洁可以确切，
生命之花来自生命之根！神圣
清露，点滴哺育可致独特圣洁；
超凡脱俗，顽强，成长正直，
只有上帝，他赐我们富足，才可令我们枯竭。
XXIV.
LET the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm ;
And let us hear no sound of human strife,
After the click of the shutting. Life to life ---
I lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm,
And feel as safe as guarded by a charm,
Against the stab of worldlings who if rife
Are weak to injure. Very whitely still
The lilies of our lives may reassure
Their blossoms from their roots ! accessible
Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer ;
Growing straight, out of man's reach, on the hill.
God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
第二十五首
一颗肃穆的心，已经生成，我的爱，
年复一年，直至遇见你面。
悲哀接踵而至，侵掩
所有天赋快乐，轻松如舞会上佩戴
有条痕的珍珠……每一层
遭受挫伤的心转折绕圈，希望骤然
变成长久绝望……直到上帝自叹
优雅根本就不能举起人间被弃扔的
我沉重的心。之后，你，吩咐我拿来疗痊，
让它朝着你冷静而崇高的挚恋
生命的深处落下！促使它沉稳，仿若一件事物本源
自然的属性那样稳定沉淀，
而且你紧压着它，斡旋
在命运和未遂的命运之间。
XXV.
A HEAVY heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year util I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the stringed pearls … each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time. Hopes apace
Were changed to long despairs, … till God's own grace
Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn
My heavy heart. Then _thou_ didst bid me bring
And let it drop adown thy calmly great
Deep being ! Fast it sinketh, as a thing
Which its own nature doth precipitate,
While thine doth close above it mediating
Betwixt the stars and the unaccomplished fate.
第二十六首
我接受幻想，做我友伴挚谊，
不是任何男女。多年以前，
得到他们优雅相陪，再不思识辩
更动听的乐曲会胜过他们带给我的沉迷。
可是不久，他们拖曳的紫袍就不能甩开
世事尘埃——他们的琵琶渐渐沉寂，
而我自己变得瀛弱，盲目，不及
他们消逝的眼睛。然后，“你”，你来……在，
心爱的人，他们像似，他们外表的明睿，
他们的歌，他们显赫的光彩……（等等诸如此样……）
像似盛进圣钵的河水……
遇见你，又受你征服影响，
我的灵魂满意所有希望——因为
上帝赠予羞怯，以人类最美好的梦想。
XXVI.
I LIVED with visions for my company
Instead of men and women, years ago,
And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know
A sweeter music than they played to me.
But soon their trailing purple was not free
Of this world's dust, --- their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their vanishing eyes. Then THOU didst come … to _be_,
Boloved, what they _seemed_. Thier shining fronts,
Their songs, their splendours … ( better, yet the same, …)
As river-water hallowed into fonts …
Met in thee, and from out thee overcame
My soul with satisfaction of all wants ---
Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
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