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　　英國(guó)文學(xué)家濟(jì)慈夜鶯頌原文

　　Ode To A Nightingale

　　JohnKeats My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

　　My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

　　Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

　　One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

　　'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,

　　But being too happy in thine happiness --

　　That thou, light winged Dryad of the trees,

　　In some melodious plot

　　Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,

　　Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

　　O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been

　　Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth,

　　Tasting of Flora and the country green,

　　Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!

　　O for a beaker full of the warm South,

　　Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,

　　With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,

　　And purple-stained mouth,

　　That I may drink, and leave the world unseen,

　　And with thee fade away into the forest dim.

　　Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget

　　What thou amongst the leaves hast never known,

　　The weariness, the fever, and the fret

　　Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;

　　Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs.

　　Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;

　　Where nut to think is to be full of sorrow

　　And leaden-eyed despairs;

　　Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,

　　Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

　　Away! away! for I will fly to thee,

　　Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,

　　But on the viewless wings of Poesy,

　　Though the dull brain perplexes and retards.

　　Already with thee! tender is the night,

　　And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,

　　Clustered around by all her starry Fays;

　　But here there is no light,

　　Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown

　　Through verduous glooms and winding mossy ways.

　　I cannot se what flowers are at my feet,

　　Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,

　　But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet

　　Wherewith the seasonable month endows

　　The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild --

　　White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;

　　Fast fading violets covered up in leaves;

　　And mid-May's eldest child,

　　The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,

　　The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

　　Darkling I listen; and for many a time

　　I have been half in love with easeful Death,

　　Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

　　To take into the air my quiet breath; 求

　　Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

　　To cease upon the midnight with no pain,

　　While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad

　　In such an ecstasy!

　　Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain --

　　?To thy high requiem become a sod.

　　Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

　　No hungry generations tread thee down;

　　The voice I hear this passing night eas heard

　　In ancient days by emperor and clown:

　　Perhaps the self-same song that found a path

　　Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,

　　She stood in tears amid the alien corn;

　　The same that oft-times hath

　　Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam

　　Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

　　Forlorn! the very word is like a bell

　　To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

　　Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well

　　As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.

　　Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

　　Past the near meadows, over the still stream,

　　Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep

　　In the next valley-glades:

　　Was is a vision, or a waking dream?

　　Fled is that music -- Do I wake or sleep?

　　英國(guó)文學(xué)家濟(jì)慈夜鶯頌翻譯

　　夜鶯頌

　　約翰·濟(jì)慈

　　我的心在痛，困頓和麻木

　　刺進(jìn)了感官，有如飲過(guò)毒鴆，

　　又象是剛剛把鴉片吞服，

　　于是向著列溪忘川下沉:

　　并不是我嫉妒你的好運(yùn)，

　　而是你的快樂(lè)使我太歡欣--

　　因?yàn)樵诹珠g嘹亮的天地里，

　　你呵，輕翅的仙靈，

　　你躲進(jìn)山毛櫸的蔥綠和蔭影，

　　放開(kāi)歌喉，歌唱著夏季。

　　哎，要是有一口酒!那冷藏

　　在地下多年的清醇飲料，

　　一嘗就令人想起綠色之邦，

　　想起花神，戀歌，陽(yáng)光和舞蹈!

　　要是有一杯南國(guó)的溫暖

　　充滿(mǎn)了鮮紅的靈感之泉，

　　杯沿明滅著珍珠的泡沫，

　　給嘴唇染上紫斑;

　　哦，我要一飲而離開(kāi)塵寰，

　　和你同去幽暗的林中隱沒(méi):

　　遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)地、遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)隱沒(méi)，讓我忘掉

　　你在樹(shù)葉間從不知道的一切，

　　忘記這疲勞、熱病、和焦躁，

　　這使人對(duì)坐而悲嘆的世界;

　　在這里，青春蒼白、消瘦、死亡，

　　而"癱瘓"有幾根白發(fā)在搖擺;

　　在這里，稍一思索就充滿(mǎn)了

　　憂(yōu)傷和灰色的絕望，

　　而"美"保持不住明眸的光彩，

　　新生的愛(ài)情活不到明天就枯凋。

　　去吧!去吧!我要朝你飛去，

　　不用和酒神坐文豹的車(chē)駕，

　　我要展開(kāi)詩(shī)歌底無(wú)形羽翼，

　　盡管這頭腦已經(jīng)困頓、疲乏;

　　去了!呵，我已經(jīng)和你同往!

　　夜這般溫柔，月后正登上寶座，

　　周?chē)鞘绦l(wèi)她的一群星星;

　　但這兒卻不甚明亮，

　　除了有一線(xiàn)天光，被微風(fēng)帶過(guò)，

　　蔥綠的幽暗，和苔蘚的曲徑。

　　我看不出是哪種花草在腳旁，

　　什么清香的花掛在樹(shù)枝上;

　　在溫馨的幽暗里，我只能猜想

　　這個(gè)時(shí)令該把哪種芬芳

　　賦予這果樹(shù)，林莽，和草叢，

　　這白枳花，和田野的玫瑰，

　　這綠葉堆中易謝的紫羅蘭，

　　還有五月中旬的嬌寵，

　　這綴滿(mǎn)了露酒的麝香薔薇，

　　它成了夏夜蚊蚋的嗡縈的港灣。

　　我在黑暗里傾聽(tīng):呵，多少次

　　我?guī)缀鯋?ài)上了靜謐的死亡，

　　我在詩(shī)思里用盡了好的言辭，

　　求他把我的一息散入空茫;

　　而現(xiàn)在，哦，死更是多么富麗:

　　在午夜里溘然魂離人間，

　　當(dāng)你正傾瀉著你的心懷

　　發(fā)出這般的狂喜!

　　你仍將歌唱，但我卻不再聽(tīng)見(jiàn)--

　　你的葬歌只能唱給泥草一塊。

　　永生的鳥(niǎo)呵，你不會(huì)死去!

　　饑餓的世代無(wú)法將你蹂躪;

　　今夜，我偶然聽(tīng)到的歌曲

　　曾使古代的帝王和村夫喜悅;

　　或許這同樣的歌也曾激蕩

　　露絲憂(yōu)郁的心，使她不禁落淚，

　　站在異邦的谷田里想著家;

　　就是這聲音常常

　　在失掉了的仙域里引動(dòng)窗扉:

　　一個(gè)美女望著大海險(xiǎn)惡的浪花。

　　呵，失掉了!這句話(huà)好比一聲鐘

　　使我猛醒到我站腳的地方!

　　別了!幻想，這騙人的妖童，

　　不能老耍弄它盛傳的伎倆。

　　別了!別了!你怨訴的歌聲

　　流過(guò)草坪，越過(guò)幽靜的溪水，

　　溜上山坡;而此時(shí)，它正深深

　　埋在附近的溪谷中:

　　噫，這是個(gè)幻覺(jué)，還是夢(mèng)寐?

　　那歌聲去了--我是睡?是醒?