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小溪之歌 （英）丁尼生

 

我出生在野禽出没的地方，

我来了一次不意的突围，

才闪耀在羊齿草间，

淙淙的流下峡谷。

 

我匆匆擦过三十座山，

我缓缓流淌在两脊间，

还有二十个村庄，

一个小镇，和半百桥梁。

 

最后在菲利普农庄，

我汇入到滔滔大河；

人们来了又去了，

我却永远向前流去。

 

我潺潺流过多石的溪道，

声音清脆而颤抖；

我噗噗注入回旋的港湾，

哗哗作响在鹅卵石上；

 

我的岸弯弯曲曲，

擦过无数的田野和荒地，

还有无数美丽的堤沿，

布满柳草和野花；

 

我淙淙的，潺潺的，

汇入到滔滔大河；

人们来了又去了，

我却永远向前流去。

 

我蜿蜒弯曲，进进出出，

处处有鲜花漂荡，

处处有鳟鱼肥壮，

还有茴鱼。

 

我泛着雪花般的泡沫，

流去，流去，

在金色的砾石上，

激起碎银般的水花。

 

我拉着它们一道前去，

汇入到滔滔大河；

人们来了又去了，

我却永远向前流去。

 

我偷偷的流过草地，

淌过榛树丛，

惹动着可爱的勿忘草，

它们为幸福的情人生长。

 

我流呀，淌呀，

郁郁窥看对我掠水的燕子；

我使交织的阳光，

起舞在我多沙的浅滩上；

 

我喃喃在星月之下，

只身在荆棘荒野；

我徘徊在多石洲头，

闲荡在水芹丛里；

 

我再弯弯曲曲出来，

汇入到滔滔大河；

人们来了又去了，

我却永远向前流去。

 

一九九O年清明译。译时想

着妈妈，读来像自己小传。

 

The Brook

 

I come from haunds of coat and hern；

I made a sudden sally

And sparkle out among the fern,

To bicker down the valley.

 

By thirty hills I hurry down,

Or slip between the ridges,

By twenty thorps, a little town,

And half a hundred bridges.

 

Till last by Philip's farm I follow

To join the brimming river；

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

 

I chatter over stony ways

In little sharp and trebles,

I bubble into eddying bays,

I babble on the pebbles；

 

With many curve my banks I fret

By many a field and fallow,

And many a fairy foreland set

With willow-weed and mallow；

 

I chatter, chatter as I flow

To join the brimming river；

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

 

I wind about, and in and out,

With here a blossom sailing,

And here and there a lust trout,

And here and there a grayling.

 

And here and there a foaming flake,

Upon me as I travel,

With many a silver water break

Above the golden gravel.

 

And draw them all along, and flow

To join the brimming river；

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

 

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,

I slide by hazel covers,

I move the sweet forget-me-nots

That grow for happy lovers.

 

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,

Among my skimming swallows,

I made the netted sunbeam dance

Amongst my sandy shallows；

 

I murmur under moon and stars

In brambly wildernesses,

I linger by my shingly bars,

I loiter round my cresses；

 

And out again I curve and flow

To join the brimming river；

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

 

---Alfled Tennyson (1809-1892)