英汉对照|王尔德诗选：玫瑰与芸香
Roses and Rue
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.
玫瑰与芸香
1
我记得我们经常相会
在花园的长椅旁边，
你说出每个可爱的单词，
如同小鸟在空中啼啭，
你的嗓音有一丝震颤，
就像一只蹦跳的红雀，
抖出最后一个圆满的音符，
恰似画眉鸟的歌喉。
你的美眸灰中带绿，
像明媚的四月天，
当我俯身给它们一吻，
却闪烁着紫晶的微光。
你的秀发，我也从不曾编结，
它们总在放肆奔跑，
仿佛相互纠缠的太阳光，
一层又一层地叠加。
2
你总是害怕抛头露面，
（羞涩如一朵鲜花！）；
我记得某次雨水降临，
你撒开脚丫就跑。
我记得我总撵不上你，
没人能是你的对手；
你敏捷如同电光一闪，
双脚长着一对小翅膀。
有时你也给我一点奖励，
美眸荡漾着笑意，
胸佩一朵玫瑰，或者飞速
递过至福的亲吻。
你的颈项有大理石的光泽，
隐现蓝色的静脉——
当我书写的时候，我的心
忍受着激情的回忆噬咬。
3
我清楚地记得那房间，
盛开的紫丁香，
伴随六月温暖的雨水
轻轻扑打着小窗。
还有你长裙的颜色，
是深棕的琥珀色，
两个小小的真丝蝴蝶结，
你香肩上的一朵玫瑰。
还有法兰西风格的手帕，
经常依偎你的香腮——
是否留下一滴泪痕？
抑或是一个雨点？
“你只是在浪费自己的生命，”——
（哦！这可真是一把刀子！）
这是你说出的一句话，
当你转过你的身子。
我已浪费我少年的时光，诚然，
那是为你的缘故，
你的书架摆放着许多诗人，
我还是要把自己呈献！
4
好吧，倘若我的心脏必须破碎，
我的亲亲，让它为你而碎，
它将在音乐中消融，我明白；
诗人的心脏也是如此破碎。
但奇怪的是没有人告诉过我，
人的头脑只用一个
细小的牙雕，就容纳了
上帝的天堂和地狱。
