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【洪烛诗歌中英文对照】

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阿依达

作者：洪烛

英译：卧龙

　　1、
　　从来就没有最美的女人
　　最美的女人在月亮上
　　月亮上的女人用她的影子
　　和我谈一场精神恋爱
　　阿依达，你离我很近，又很远
　　请望着我，笑一下！

　　阿依达，我不敢说你是最美的女人
　　却实在想不出：还有谁比你更美？

　　在这个无人称王的时代，你照样
　　如期诞生了，成为孤单的王后
　　所有人（包括我）都只能远距离地
　　爱着你，生怕迈近一步
　　就会失去……失去这千载难逢的
　　最美的女人，最美的影子

　　2、
　　这张脸，用花朵来比喻太俗！
　　即使玫瑰、水仙、丁香之类的总和
　　也比不上阿依达的一张脸

　　看到阿依达的微笑，我想
　　这个世界哪怕没有花朵
　　也不显得荒凉

　　与阿依达相比，鲜花的美
　　是那么的傻——连眼睛都不会眨……

Aida

by Hong Zhu

1

There never is the most beautiful woman.

The most beautiful woman is on the moon.

The woman on the moon uses her shadow

To have a Platonic love affair with me

Aida, you are close to me, but also far away.

Please look at me, and smile!

Aida, I dare not say you are the most beautiful woman,

But I can’t think of anyone who is more beautiful than you.

In this time that no one's the king, you still

Born on schedule, becoming a lonesome queen.

Everyone (including me) can only remotely

Love you, afraid if one step closer,

Would lose, lose the rare meeting in a thousand years

With the most beautiful woman, the most beautiful shadow.

2

This face, too vulgar using flower for comparison

Even summation of rose, narcissus, clove and so on,

Also can’t match Aida’s face.

Seeing Aida’s smile, I think,

Even in this world there's no flower,

It doesn’t look desolate.

In comparison with Aida, the beauty of fresh flowers

Is so stupid——even eyes can’t blink. . .

Tr.William Wang

【中诗英译】桃花扇--洪烛 浓浓的绿意 翻译

浓浓的绿意 : 这恐怕是诗人洪烛最突出之处，他的诗几乎都这样，一种反复地緾绕与递进。

桃花扇

          作者   洪烛          

             翻译      浓浓的绿意

这把祖传的扇子
注定是属于秦淮河的，秦淮河畔的桃花
开得比别处要鲜艳一些
你溅在扇面上的血迹
是额外的一朵

风是没有骨头的，你摇动的扇子
使风 有了骨头

这条河流的传说
注定与一个女人有关
扇子的正面与背面
分别是夜与昼、生与死、爱与恨
是此岸与彼岸。你的手不得不
承担起这一切，夜色般低垂的长发
成了秦淮河的支流

水是没有骨头的，你留下的影子
使水 有了骨头

你的扇子是风的骨头
你的影子是水的骨头，至于你的名字
是那一段历史的骨头

别人的花朵轻飘飘
你的花朵沉甸甸

                         ◎The Peach-Blossom Fan by Hong Zhu tr. Lush Greenness



This ancestral folding silk fan

Undoubtedly belongs to River Qinhuai. The riverside peach trees

Surely bloom more bright-coloured than others elsewhere.

The bloodstains that you spattered on the fan are

Considered the most special one among the flowers.



The wind had no bones, and you waved a fan

To make the wind own bones.



The legend of this river

Is destined to have something to do with a woman.

The surfaces of the fan, front and back, represent

Respectively: night and day, living and death, love and hatred,

This life and after life. Your hands have to

Commit to all this. Like drooping nightfall, your long hair

Grows into one tributary of Qinhuai River.



The river water had no bones, and you left your shadow in

To have the water possess bones.



Your fan is the bone of the wind,

Your shadow the bone of the water. And your name

The bone for this piece of history.



Other people’s flowers are thought to be light as feathers

But your flowers are always weighing heavily.