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Byron - One Struggle More, And I am Free 汉译

2014-08-29    来源:en84    【      美国外教 在线口语培训

本栏目是外国文坛名家的英文文学作品的汉译版本,不仅可以欣赏到精品原作,还能品味其汉译版本。汉译版本收集的是中国名家的翻译作品。请欣赏拜伦作品《One Struggle More, And I am Free》。

One Struggle More, And I am Free

George Gordon Byron

One struggle more, and I am free
From pangs that rend my heart in twain;
One last long sigh to love and thee,
Then back to busy life again.
It suits me well to mingle now
With things that never pleased before:
Though every joy is fled below,
What future grief can touch me more?

Then bring me wine, the banquet bring;
Man was not formed to live alone:
I’ll be that light, unmeaning thing
That smiles with all, and weeps with none.
It was not thus in days more dear,
It never would have been, but thou
Hast fled, and left me lonely here;
Thou’rt nothing,–all nothing now.

In vain my lyre would lightly breathe!
The smile that Sorrow fain would wear
But mocks the woe that lurks beneath,
Like roses o’er a sepulchre.
Though gay companions o’er the bowl
Dispel awhile the sense of ill;
Though pleasure fires the maddening soul,
The heart, –the heart is lonely still! –

On many a lone and lonely night
It soothed to gaze upon the sky;
For then I deemed the heavenly light
Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye:
And oft I thought at Cynthia’s noon,
When sailing o’er the Aegean wave,
“Now Thyrza gazes on that moon” –
Alas, it gleamed upon her grave!

When stretched on fever’s sleepless bed,
And sickness shrunk my throbbing veins,
“‘T is comfort still,” I faintly said,
“That Thyrza cannot know my pains:”
Like freedom to the time-worn slave–
A boon’tis idle then to give–
Relenting Nature vainly gave
My life, when Thyrza ceased to live!

My Thyrza’s pledge in better days,
When love and life alike were new!
How different now thou meet’st my gaze!
How tinged by time with sorrow’s hue!
The heart that gave itself with thee
Is silent–ah, were mine as still!
Though cold as e’en the dead can be,
It feels, it sickens with the chill.

Thou bitter pledge! thou mournful token!
Though painful, welcome to my breast!
Still, still, preserve that love unbroken,
Or break the heart to which thou’rt pressed.
Time tempers love, but not removes,
More hallowed when its hope is fled:
Oh! what are thousand living loves
To that which cannot quit the dead?

1812.

只要再克制一下

只要再克制一下,我就会解脱
这割裂我内心的阵阵绞痛;
最后一次对你和爱情长叹过,
我就要再回到忙碌的人生。
我如今随遇而安,善于混日子,
尽管这种种从未使我喜欢;
纵然世上的乐趣都已飞逝,
有什么悲哀能再使我心酸?

给我拿酒来吧,给我摆上筵席,
人本来不适于孤独的生存;
我将做一个无心的浪荡子弟,
随大家欢笑,不要和人共悲恸。
在美好的日子里我不是如此,
我原不会这样,如果不是你
逝去了,把我孤独地留下度日;
你化为虚无——一切也逝去了意义。

我的竖琴妄想弹唱得潇洒!
被“忧伤”所勉强作出的笑容
有如覆盖在石墓上的玫瑰花,
不过是对潜伏的悲哀的嘲讽。
虽然我有快活的友伴共饮,
可以暂且驱遣满怀的怨诉;
虽然欢笑点燃了发狂的灵魂,
这颗心呵-这颗心仍旧孤独!

很多回,在清幽寂寞的晚上,
我有所慰藉地凝视着天空,
因为我猜想,这天庭的银光
正甜蜜地照着你沉思的眼睛;
常常,当新西雅①高踞天阙,
当我驶过爱琴海的波涛,
我会想:“赛莎在望着那明月”——
唉,但它是在她的墓上闪耀!

当我辗转于病痛失眠的床褥,
高热在抽搐我跳动的血管,
“赛莎不可能知道我的痛苦,”
我疲弱地说:“这倒是一种慰安。”
仿佛一个奴隶被折磨了一生,
给他以自由是无益的恩赐,
悲悯的造化白白给我以生命,
因为呵,赛莎已经与世长辞!

我的赛莎的一件定情的馈赠,
当生命和爱情还正在鲜艳!
呵,如今你看来已多么不同!
时光给你染上了怎样的愁颜!
那和你一起许给我的一颗心,
沉寂了——唉,但愿我的也沉寂!
虽然它已冷得有如死去的人,
却还感到、还嫌恶周身的寒意。

你酸心的证物!你凄凉的表记!
尽管令人难过,贴紧我的前胸!
仍旧保存那爱情吧,使它专一,
不然就撕裂你所贴紧的心。
时间只能冷却,但移不动爱情,
爱情会因为绝望而更神圣;
呵,千万颗活跃的爱心又怎能
比得上这对于逝者的钟情?

1812年

①新西雅,月亮女神。

(查良铮 译)



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