王爾德：玫瑰與芸香
Ⅰ
I remember we used to meet
By a garden seat,
And you warbled each pretty word
With the air of a bird,
And your voice had a quaver in it
Just like a linnet,
And shook with the last full note
As the thrush`s throat.
And your eyes, they were green and grey,
Like an April day,
But lit into amethyst
When I stooped and kissed.
And your hair—well, I never could tie it,
For it ran all riot
Like a tangled sunbeam of gold,
Great fold upon fold.
Ⅱ
You were always afraid of a shower,
(Just like a flower!);
I remember you started and ran
When the rain began.
I remember I never could catch you,
For no one could match you;
You had wonderful luminous fleet
Little wings to your feet.
Yet you somehow would give me the prize,
With a laugh in your eyes,
The rose from your breast, or the bliss
Of a single swift kiss
On your neck with its marble hue,
And its vein of blue—
How these passionate memories bite
In my heart as I write!
Ⅲ
I remember so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain.
And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From the shoulders rose.
And the handkerchief of French lace
Which you held to your face—
Had a tear-drop left a stain?
Or was it the rain?
You have only wasted your life. —
(Ah! there was the knife! )
Those were the words you said,
As you turned your head.
I had wasted my boyhood, true,
But it was for you,
You had poets enough on the shelf,
I gave you myself!
Ⅳ
Well, if my heart must break,
Dear Love, for your sake,
It will break in music, I know;
Poets` hearts break so.
But strange that I was not told
That the brain can hold
In a tiny ivory cell
God`s Heaven and Hell.
中文版
一
我記得我們經常相會
在花園的長椅旁邊，
你說出每個可愛的單詞，
如同小鳥在空中啼囀，
你的嗓音有一絲震顫，
就像一隻蹦跳的紅雀，
抖出最後一個圓滿的音符，
恰似畫眉鳥的歌喉。
你的美眸灰中帶綠，
像明媚的四月天，
當我俯身給它們一吻，
卻閃爍著紫晶的微光。
你的秀髮，我也從不曾編結，
它們總在放肆奔跑，
彷彿相互糾纏的太陽光，
一層又一層地疊加。
二
你總是害羞拋頭露面，
（羞澀如一朵鮮花！）
我記得某次雨水降臨，
你撒開腳丫就跑。
我記得我總是攆不上你，
沒人能是你的對手；
你敏捷如同電光一閃，
雙腳長著一對小翅膀。
有時你也給我一點獎勵，
美眸蕩漾著笑意，
胸佩一朵玫瑰，或者飛速
遞過至福的親吻。
你的頸項有大理石的光澤，
隱現藍色的靜脈——
當我書寫的時候，我的心
忍受著激情的回憶噬咬。
三
我清楚地記得那房間，
盛開的紫丁香，
伴隨六月溫暖的雨水，
輕輕扑打著小窗。
還有你長裙的顏色，
是深棕的琥珀色，
兩個小小的真絲蝴蝶結，
你香肩上的一朵玫瑰。
還有法蘭西風格的手法，
經常依偎你的香腮——
是否留下一滴淚痕？
抑或是一個雨點？
「你只是在浪費自己的生命，」——
（哦！這可真是一把刀子！）
這是你說出的一句話，
當你轉過你的身子。
我已浪費我少年的時光，誠然，
那是為你的緣故，
你的書架擺放著許多詩人，
我還是要把自己呈現！
四
好吧，倘若我的心臟必須破碎，
我的親親，讓它為你而碎，
它將在音樂中消融，我明白；
詩人的心臟也是如此破碎。
但奇怪的是沒有人告訴過我，
人的頭腦只用一個
細小的牙雕，就容納了
上帝的天堂和地獄。
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