Break, Break, Break

Alfred Tennyson

Break, break, break,
On thy cold grey stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

O well for the fisherman`s boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound, of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

哦，大海

溅吧，溅吧，溅吧

溅在你冰冷的灰色岩石上

我愿我能说出

内心翻滚的思绪

哦

渔夫之子与妹妹嬉戏尖叫

那是多么美好

哦

年轻的水手在港湾的小船上哼歌吟唱

那是多么美好

庄严的大船来了

驶向山脚下的港口

而我多想再触摸那消失了的手

听那歌声依旧

哦

大海

溅吧，溅吧，溅吧

溅在你峭壁的脚下

往昔已逝

永不再来

——————Clivia Zheng

                                 2009.6.3

把“break”翻译成“溅吧”是沿用课文提供的译法，但是感觉上这个字眼更适合溪水等轻盈的击打，而本诗显然需要一个可以表现出大海猛烈撞击岩石的字眼，以衬托作者沉痛而又无奈的心情。