THE REVOLT Of  ISLAM  DEDICATION

               To Mary —　　　

          伊斯兰的起义 献词

                致玛丽—

作者：【英】波西·比希·雪莱 －Percy Bysshe Shelley    

                   上善若水·译

(原诗韵式每节基本为ABABBCB CC ，拙每节试译一韵到底，欢迎斧正。）

              (十一)

And what art thou? I know, but dare not speak:

你在干啥？我知道，却不敢直言：

Time may interpret to his silent years.

岁月定能阐明其孤寂的流年。

Yet in the paleness of thy thoughtful cheek,

而在你苍白、充满幽思的容颜，

And in the light thine ample forehead wears,

在你宽阔的额头显露出光环，

And in thy sweetest smiles, and in thy tears,

最甜美的笑容里，你泣涕涟涟，

And in thy gentle speech, a prophecy

你温蔼的言谈中，预言在流传，

Is whispered to subdue my fondest fears:

征服了我最痴情的惴惴不安:

And, thro' thine eyes, even in thy soul I see

甚至在你灵魂，凭借你的肉眼，

A lamp of vestal fire burning internally.

我目睹无瑕的激情，在心中燃点。

               （十二）

They say that thou wert lovely from thy birth,

他们说，可爱是由于你的门第，

Of glorious parents, thou aspiring Child!

你辉煌的双亲，有抱负的后裔！

I wonder not--for One then left this earth

那时留在世上的人，我不诧异—

Whose life was like a setting planet mild,

他的生活似镶嵌的柔和星体，  

Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled

在其离开荣耀不明的光辉里，

Of its departing glory; still her fame

曾将你笼罩；直到她的名气

Shines on thee, through the tempests dark and wild

拂照你，狂野的风暴，昏天黑地   

Which shake these latter days; and thou canst claim

使日后的光阴颤栗；祖先的荫庇

The shelter, from thy Sire, of an immortal name.

你可祈求，以一种不朽的名义。

                （十三）

One voice came forth from many a mighty spirit,

歌声来自于众多顽强的心灵，

Which was the echo of three thousand years;

那声音曾是三千多年的共鸣；

And the tumultuous world stood mute to hear it,

那喧嚣的尘世在默默地倾听，

As some lone man who in a desert hears

正如沙漠中某个孤独的男性

The music of his home:--unwonted fears

在听家乡的乐曲：罕见的忧心

Fell on the pale oppressors of our race,

将我们统治者打得脸色铁青，

And Faith, and Custom, and low-thoughted cares,

忧惧卑微的意念、风俗，忠信，

Like thunder-stricken dragons, for a space

似遭雷击的天龙，撕裂了人心，

Left the torn human heart, their food and dwelling-place.

为了一点空间、住所和食品。

                 （十四）

Truth's deathless voice pauses among mankind!

真理不灭的声音在人间踌躇！

If there must be no response to my cry--

即便我的呐喊无人回应答复，

If men must rise and stamp with fury blind

倘若人们必以鲁莽、暴怒反扑

On his pure name who loves them,--thou and I,

摧毁其真诚、宠爱他们的眷属，—

Sweet Friend! can look from our tranquillity

你、我，亲朋！从咱安详里可显出，

Like lamps into the world's tempestuous night,--

两颗星斗静穆，云雾在旁飘浮，

Which wrap them from the foundering seaman's sight,

笼罩着水手，即将沉没的眼珠，