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诗人哲学家雪莱：赋有思想的七首诗
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无常
我们像遮蔽午夜之月的云彩；
它一刻不停地奔跑，闪光，颤栗，
向黑暗放出灿烂的光辉！——但很快
夜幕合拢了，它就永远隐去；
又象被忘却的琴，不调和的弦
每次拨弄都发出不同的音响，
在那纤弱的乐器上，每次重弹，
情调和音节都不会和前次一样。
我们睡下：一场梦能毒戕安息；
我们起来：游思又会玷污白天；
我们感觉，思索，想象，笑或哭泣，
无论抱住悲伤，或者摔脱忧烦：
终归是一样！——因为呵，在这世间，
无论是喜悦或悲伤都会溜走：
我们的明日从不再象昨天，
唉，除了“无常”，一切都不肯停留。
1814 年
Mutability
We are as clouds that veil the
midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and
gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness
radiantly! -yet soon
Night closes round, and they
are lost for ever:
Or like forgotten lyres, whose
dissonant strings
Give various response to each
varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second
motion brings
One mood or modulation like the
last.
We rest.—A dream has power to
poison sleep;
We rise.—One wandering thought
pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason,
laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our
cares away:
It is the same!—For, be it joy
or sorrow,
The path of its departure still
is free:
Man’s yesterday may ne’er be
like his morrow;
Nought may endure but
Mutability.
1814.
诗章
去吧！月下的荒野是如此幽暗，
流云已吞没了黄昏最后的余晖：
去吧！晚风很快地要把夜雾聚敛，
天庭的银光就要被午夜所遮黑。
别停留！时光逝了！一切都在喊：
去吧！别以临别的泪惹恋人悲苦；
她冷固而呆痴的眼不敢求你恋栈，
职责和疏懒都要你复归于孤独。
去吧，去吧！去到你幽寂的家乡，
把痛苦的泪洒在你凄凉的炉边，
你可以望着暗影似阴魂游荡，
把忧郁和喜悦编织在自己心间。
你的头上会飘飞着残秋树木的落叶，
春日的花和露会在你脚边闪烁：
不是你的心，就是现世，必须变冷和寂灭，
那么，午夜和晨光、你和恬静才能汇合。
午夜的愁云也有轮到它的宁息：
或者风吹得倦了，或者中天一轮明月，
狂暴而不息的海洋总会停下瞬息；
凡是运动、辛劳、或悲伤的，必到时安歇。
而你将安歇在墓中－－但在此刻，
当幻景还使你迷于那宅舍、亭园和荒野，
哎，你的记忆、悔恨和深思怎能摆脱
那妩媚一笑的光彩，两人会谈的音乐？
1814 年 4 月
STANZAS.—APRIL,
1814.
Away! the moor is dark beneath
the moon,
Rapid clouds have drank the
last pale beam of even:
Away! the gathering winds will
call the darkness soon,
And profoundest midnight shroud
the serene lights of heaven.
Pause not! The time is past!
Every voice cries, Away! 5
Tempt not with one last tear
thy friend’s ungentle mood:
Thy lover’s eye, so glazed and
cold, dares not entreat thy stay:
Duty and dereliction guide thee
back to solitude.
Away, away! to thy sad and
silent home;
Pour bitter tears on its
desolated hearth; 10
Watch the dim shades as like
ghosts they go and come,
And complicate strange webs of
melancholy mirth.
The leaves of wasted autumn
woods shall float around thine head:
The blooms of dewy spring shall
gleam beneath thy feet:
But thy soul or this world must
fade in the frost that binds the dead, 15
Ere midnight’s frown and
morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet.
The cloud shadows of midnight
possess their own repose,
For the weary winds are silent,
or the moon is in the deep:
Some respite to its turbulence
unresting ocean knows;
Whatever moves, or toils, or
grieves, hath its appointed sleep. 20
Thou in the grave shalt
rest—yet till the phantoms flee
Which that house and heath and
garden made dear to thee erewhile,
Thy remembrance, and
repentance, and deep musings are not free
From the music of two voices
and the light of one sweet smile.
April 1814.
咏死
在你所必去的阴间，没有工作，没有谋算，没有知识，也没有智慧。——《旧约•传道书》
像一个苍白、冰冷、朦胧的笑
在昏黑的夜空，被一颗流星
投给大海包围的一座孤岛，
当破晓的曙光还没有放明，
啊，生命的火焰就如此黯淡，
如此飘忽地闪过我们脚边。
人啊！请鼓起心灵的勇气
耐过这世途的阴影和风暴，
等奇异的晨光一旦升起，
就会消融你头上的云涛；
地狱和天堂就化为乌有，
留给你的只是永恒的宇宙。
我们的知觉由现世滋育
我们的感情也由它而生，
死亡必然是可怕的一击，
使没阅历的头脑感到震惊：
想到我们的所知、所见、所感，
都逝去了，像不可解的梦幻。
啊，坟墓的那边隐藏着一切，
一切都在，除了我们这躯体，
只有这眸子，这美妙的听觉
再也不能活着从那儿汲取
所有伟大和奇异的东西，
在无尽变换的大千世界里。
谁讲过无言的死的故事？
谁揭开过死后景象的帷幕？
谁到过曲折广阔的墓穴里
把它下面的阴影向人描述？
或者把对现世的爱与恐惧
和未来的希望联在一起？
1816 年
On Death
There is no work, nor device,
nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.
——Ecclesiastes.
The pale,the cold, and the
moony smile
Which the meteor beam of a
starless night
Sheds on a lonely and sea－girl
isle,
Ere the dawning of morn's
undoubted light,
Is the flame of life so fickle
and wan
That flits round our steps till
there strength is gone.
O man! hold thee on in courage
of soul
Through the stormy shades of
thy worldly way,
And the billows of cloud that
around thee roll
Shall sleep in the light of a
wondrous day,
Where Hell and Heaven shall
leave thee free
To the universe of
destiny.
This world is the nurse of all
we know,
This world is the mother of all
we feel,
And the coming of death is a
fearful blow
To a brain unencompassed with
nerves of steel;
When all that we know, or feel,
or see,
Shall pass like an unreal
mystery.
The secret things of the grave
are there,
Where all but this frame must
surely be,
Though the fine-wrought eye and
the wondrous ear
No longer will live to hear or
to see
All that is great and all that
is strange
In the boundless realm of
unending change.
Who telleth a tale of
unspeaking death?
Who lifteth the veil of what is
to come?
Who painteth the shadows that
are beneath
The wide-winding caves of the
peopled tomb?
Or uniteth the hopes of what
shall be
With the fears and the love for
that which we see?
1816.
世间的流浪者
告诉我，星星，你的光明之翼
在你的火焰的飞行中高举，
要在黑夜的哪个岩洞里
你才折起翅膀？
告诉我，月亮，你苍白而疲弱，
在天庭的路途上流离飘泊，
你要在日或夜的哪个处所
才能得到安详？
疲倦的风呵，你飘流无定，
象是被世界驱逐的客人，
你可还有秘密的巢穴容身
在树或波涛上？
1820 年
The World’s
Wanderers
Tell me, thou Star, whose wings
of light
Speed thee in thy fiery
flight,
In what cavern of the
night
Will thy pinions close
now?
Tell me, Moon, thou pale and
gray 5
Pilgrim of Heaven’s homeless
way,
In what depth of night or
day
Seekest thou repose
now?
Weary Wind, who
wanderest
Like the world’s rejected
guest, 10
Hast thou still some secret
nest
On the tree or
billow?
1820.
爱的哲学
泉水总是向河水汇流，
河水又汇入海中，
天宇的轻风永远融有
一种甜蜜的感情；
世上哪有什么孤零零？
万物由于自然律
都必融汇于一种精神。
何以你我却独异？
你看高山在吻着碧空，
波浪也相互拥抱；
你曾见花儿彼此不容：
姊妹把弟兄轻蔑？
阳光紧紧地拥抱大地，
月光在吻着海波：
但这些接吻又有何益，
要是你不肯吻我？
1819年
Love’s Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the
river
And the rivers with the
ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for
ever
With a sweet
emotion;
Nothing in the world is
single,
All things by a law
divine
In one another’s being
mingle.
Why not I with
thine?—
See the mountains kiss high
heaven
And the waves clasp one
another;
No sister-flower would be
forgiven
If it disdain’d its
brother;
And the sunlight clasps the
earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the
sea—
What are all these kissings
worth,
If thou kiss not
me?
1819.
当一盏灯破碎了
当一盏灯破碎了，
它的光亮就灭于灰尘；
当天空的云散了，
彩虹的辉煌随即消隐。
要是琵琶断了弦，
优美的乐音归于沉寂；
要是嘴把话说完，
爱的韵味很快就忘记。
有如乐音和明光
必和琵琶与灯盏并存，
心灵弹不出歌唱
假如那精气已经消沉：
没有歌，只是哀悼，
象吹过一角荒墟的风，
象是哀号的波涛
为已死的水手敲丧钟。
两颗心一旦结合，
爱情就离开精制的巢，
而那较弱的一个
必为它有过的所煎熬。
哦，爱情！你在哀吟
世事的无常，何以偏偏
要找最弱的心灵
作你的摇篮、居室、灵棺？
它以热情颠疲你，
有如风暴把飞鸦摇荡；
理智将会嘲笑你，
有如冬日天空的太阳。
你的巢穴的椽木
将腐烂，而当冷风吹到，
叶落了，你的华屋
就会把你暴露给嘲笑。
1822 年
Lines: ‘When The Lamp is
Shattered’
When the lamp is
shattered
The light in the dust lies dead
—
When the cloud is
scattered,
The rainbow's glory is
shed.
When the lute is
broken,
Sweet tones are remembered
not;
When the lips have
spoken,
Loved accents are soon
forgot.
As music and
splendour
Survive not the lamp and the
lute,
The heart's echoes
render
No song when the spirit is mute
--
No song but sad
dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined
cell,
Or the mournful
surges
That ring the dead seaman's
knell.
When hearts have once
mingled,
Love first leaves the well--
built nest;
The weak one is
singled
To endure what it once
possessed.
O Love! who
bewailest
The frailty of all things
here,
Why choose you the
frailest
For your cradle, your home, and
your bier?
Its passions will rock
thee,
As the storms rock the ravens
on high;
Bright reason will mock
thee,
Like the sun from a wintry
sky.
From thy nest every
rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle
home
Leave thee naked to
laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds
come.
1822.
无常
今天还微笑的花朵
明天就会枯萎；
我们愿留贮的一切
诱一诱人就飞。
什么是这世上的欢乐？
它是嘲笑黑夜的闪电，
虽明亮，却短暂。
唉，美德！它多么脆弱！
友情多不易看见！
爱情售卖可怜的幸福，
你得拿绝望交换！
但我们仍旧得活下去，
尽管失去了这些喜悦，
以及“我们的”一切。
趁天空还明媚，蔚蓝，
趁着花朵鲜艳，
趁眼睛看来一切美好，
还没临到夜晚：
呵，趁现在时流还平静，
作你的梦吧——且憩息，
等醒来再哭泣。
1821年
Mutability
The flower that smiles
to-day
Tomorrow dies;
All that wish to
stay
Tempts and then
flies;
What is this world's
delight?
Lightning,that mocks the
nights,
Brief even as
bright.
Virtue,how frail it
is!-
Friendship,how
rare!-
Love,how it sells poor
bliss
For proud despair!
But there though soon they
fall,
Survive their joy,and
all
Which ours we
call.
Whilst skies are blue and
bright,
Whilst flowers are
gay,
Whilst eyes that change are
night
Make glad the day;
Whilst yet the calm hours
creep,
Dream thou-and from thy
sleep
Then wake to weep.
1821.
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