这是精灵王子莱戈拉斯的心中唤起了对大海中终西地精灵故乡的渴望时唱的歌……

 

奔向大海,奔向大海!白色的海鸥在鸣叫，

海风吹拂,白浪翻腾。

西方,遥远的西方,暮色正浓，

灰船,灰色的船,你可曾听见我族人的呼唤。

他们已先我离去，

我将离开生养我的丛林；

我们的时代年华均以逝去

佳离地的涛声渐弱，

我将越过大河,孤舟远航，

失落的海岸在甜蜜地呼唤，

在旷古的海洋，

精灵的家园烟涛微茫，

那里，春光长驻。

那里,是我们永恒的故乡。

 

阳光下的西方大地

万物生长，

河流涌动，雀鸣高昂。

精灵的星辰下，

山毛榉轻摇，溢彩流光。

我在黑夜的怀抱中安卧，

远处高塔耸立，群山巍峨。

太阳驱走阴影，星辰永久徜徉，

我又要伴着她们远航。

我为树林歌唱，金色的树林金叶生长；

我为风儿歌唱，远方来的风，吹动树枝轻扬。

远及日月的地方，是浪涛的海洋，

那是伊尔玛林的海岸，

艾尔达玛沐浴着永恒的星光，

那里金树闪亮，永恒的金叶掩映着帝利翁，

精灵的城墙。

我们却在这大海的彼岸，黯然神伤。

啊，萝林！冬季来临，万物凋零，

树叶随水流逝，

啊，萝林！我经年的居所，精灵的王冠久已失色。

若让我即时为船歌唱，何船能来到我的身旁？

     载我驶过宽广的海洋，回归故乡！ 

 

To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,

The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.

West, west away, the round sun is falling.

Grey ship, grey ship,do you hear them calling,

the voice of my people that have gone before me?

I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;

For our days ending and our years failing.

I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.

Long are the waves on the Last shore falling,

Sweet are the voices in the Lost Shore calling,

In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,

Where the leaves fall not:land of my people for ever.

In western lands beneath the Sun

the flowers may rise in Spring,

the trees may bud, the waters run,

the merry finches sing.

Or there maybe ‘ts cloudless night

and swaying beeches bear

the Elven-stars as jewels white

amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey’s end I lie

in darkness buried deep,

beyond all towers strong and high,

beyond all mountains steep,

above all, shadows rides the Sun

and stars for ever dwell:

I will not stay the Day is done,

nor bid the stars farewell.

I sang of leaves, a leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:

Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.

Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,

And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.

Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,

In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Firion.

There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,

While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.

O Lorien! The winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;

The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.

O lorien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither shore

And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.

But if of ships I now should sing, what

Ship would come to me,

What ship could bear me ever back across

So wide a Sea?

 

 

最近懒有新blog，倒不是因为没有灵感，相反近来看了、也听了不少东西，想法多多，但实在是把精力集中在一件事上，也就没有了力气写别的题材。不经意在电脑里翻出了这个旧译，感慨自己以前还有这样的激情，能把诗翻成这个样子。于是弄来贴贴，顺便放飞一下想象的翅膀吧。