[摘抄]给王尔德的诗
In Praise of Shame
羞耻的赞美辞
Last night unto my bed bethought there came
昨夜，一位仙女来到我的床边，
Our lady of strange dreams, and from an urn
她为我带来了奇异的梦境：
She poured live fire, so that mine eyes did burn
她从一个罐子中倾倒生命之火，
At the sight of it. Anon the floating fame
我的眼睛因此而灼伤
Took many shapes, and one cried: "I am shame
这流动的火焰有着种种形容，其中一个说道：
That walks with Love, I am most wise to turn
“我是与爱情同行的羞耻之情;
Cold lips and limbs to fire; therefore discern
我最为机智，可以让冰冷的嘴唇和肢体燃烧，
And see my loveliness, and praise my name."
分辨出我的美，并且赞美我的名字吧！”
And afterwords, in radiant garments dressed
之后，在光芒四射的华美外衣下，
With sound of flutes and laughing of glad lips,
在悦耳的笛声和欢快的笑声中，
A pomp of all the passions passed along
超越一切的热情贯穿了黑夜，
All the night through; till the white phantom ships
直到黎明——
Of dawn sailed in. Whereat I said this song,
这白色的幽灵船驶进港口。我唱道：
"Of all sweet passions Shame is the loveliest."
“所有甜美的热情中，羞耻最为可爱。”
The Dead Poet
死去的诗人
I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face
昨夜我梦见他，看到了他的脸
All radiant and unshadowed of distress,
容光焕发，没有任何痛苦的阴影
And as of old, in music measureless,
依旧像过去一般，在无尽的音乐之中
I heard his golden voice and marked him trace
我听到了他美妙的声音，寻找着他的痕迹
Under the common thing the hidden grace,
在凡尘中寻找隐藏的优雅
And conjure wonder out of emptiness,
并祈求在虚无中变幻出奇妙
Till mean things put on beauty like a dress
直到平庸的事物披上华丽的衣裳
And all the world was an enchanted place.
全世界都陶醉其中
And then methought outside a fast locked gate
那时我自认为被囚禁在一扇紧锁的门外
I mourned the loss of unrecorded words,
我哀痛那些随风逝去的文字
Forgotten tales and mysteries half said,
被遗忘的和未完结的神秘故事
Wonders that might have been articulate,
原以为可以记录下他的绝妙好辞
And voiceless thoughts like murdered singing birds,
以及那些像被刺杀的鸣禽一般的无声的思想
And so I woke and knew that he was dead.
于是我醒了，并意识到他已经死了
( Paris 1901, written about Oscar Wilde a year after his death)
（文章关于Oscar Wilde，写于1901年即Oscar Wilde死后一年，巴黎）
Forgetfulness
遗忘
Alas! that Time should war against Distress,
唉！时间应与悲痛作斗争
And numb the sweet ache of remembered loss,
并麻木那些记忆深处的甜蜜和悲痛
And give for sorrow’s gold the indifferent dross
用来交换可怜的金钱和无谓的碎屑
Of calm regret or stark forgetfulness.
为那些僵硬而又冷漠的遗忘而感到懊悔
I should have worn eternal mourning dress
我应该永久为你衣着丧服
And nailed my soul to some perennial cross,
将我的灵魂钉在永恒的十字架上
And made my thoughts like restless waves that toss
并让我的思想永不得安宁
On the wild seas’s intemperate wilderness.
将我安置在荒芜而又无边无际的大海之上
But lo! came Life, and with its painted toys
但是，瞧！生命伴随着它那装饰画般的色彩到来
Lured me to play again like any child.
并诱惑我再次像个孩童般玩耍
O pardon me this weak inconstancy.
唉！请原谅我这般的不定性
May my soul die if in all present joys,
也许在如今所有的欢愉之时，我的灵魂会死去
Lapped in forgetfulness or sense-beguiled
早已囚禁在遗忘或诱惑的蒙骗之下
Yea,in my mrith, if I prefer not thee.
是的，如果不是记挂你，我会沉浸在我的快乐之中
(about 1903 or 1904, written about Oscar Wilde. I had no knowledge of his attack on me in the ‘unpublished part’ of De Profundis till 1912.)
（文章关于Oscar Wilde，出自《自深深处》未发表的部分，写于1903或1904年，直到1912年公开发表出来。）
羞耻的赞美辞
Last night unto my bed bethought there came
昨夜，一位仙女来到我的床边，
Our lady of strange dreams, and from an urn
她为我带来了奇异的梦境：
She poured live fire, so that mine eyes did burn
她从一个罐子中倾倒生命之火，
At the sight of it. Anon the floating fame
我的眼睛因此而灼伤
Took many shapes, and one cried: "I am shame
这流动的火焰有着种种形容，其中一个说道：
That walks with Love, I am most wise to turn
“我是与爱情同行的羞耻之情;
Cold lips and limbs to fire; therefore discern
我最为机智，可以让冰冷的嘴唇和肢体燃烧，
And see my loveliness, and praise my name."
分辨出我的美，并且赞美我的名字吧！”
And afterwords, in radiant garments dressed
之后，在光芒四射的华美外衣下，
With sound of flutes and laughing of glad lips,
在悦耳的笛声和欢快的笑声中，
A pomp of all the passions passed along
超越一切的热情贯穿了黑夜，
All the night through; till the white phantom ships
直到黎明——
Of dawn sailed in. Whereat I said this song,
这白色的幽灵船驶进港口。我唱道：
"Of all sweet passions Shame is the loveliest."
“所有甜美的热情中，羞耻最为可爱。”
The Dead Poet
死去的诗人
I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face
昨夜我梦见他，看到了他的脸
All radiant and unshadowed of distress,
容光焕发，没有任何痛苦的阴影
And as of old, in music measureless,
依旧像过去一般，在无尽的音乐之中
I heard his golden voice and marked him trace
我听到了他美妙的声音，寻找着他的痕迹
Under the common thing the hidden grace,
在凡尘中寻找隐藏的优雅
And conjure wonder out of emptiness,
并祈求在虚无中变幻出奇妙
Till mean things put on beauty like a dress
直到平庸的事物披上华丽的衣裳
And all the world was an enchanted place.
全世界都陶醉其中
And then methought outside a fast locked gate
那时我自认为被囚禁在一扇紧锁的门外
I mourned the loss of unrecorded words,
我哀痛那些随风逝去的文字
Forgotten tales and mysteries half said,
被遗忘的和未完结的神秘故事
Wonders that might have been articulate,
原以为可以记录下他的绝妙好辞
And voiceless thoughts like murdered singing birds,
以及那些像被刺杀的鸣禽一般的无声的思想
And so I woke and knew that he was dead.
于是我醒了，并意识到他已经死了
( Paris 1901, written about Oscar Wilde a year after his death)
（文章关于Oscar Wilde，写于1901年即Oscar Wilde死后一年，巴黎）
Forgetfulness
遗忘
Alas! that Time should war against Distress,
唉！时间应与悲痛作斗争
And numb the sweet ache of remembered loss,
并麻木那些记忆深处的甜蜜和悲痛
And give for sorrow’s gold the indifferent dross
用来交换可怜的金钱和无谓的碎屑
Of calm regret or stark forgetfulness.
为那些僵硬而又冷漠的遗忘而感到懊悔
I should have worn eternal mourning dress
我应该永久为你衣着丧服
And nailed my soul to some perennial cross,
将我的灵魂钉在永恒的十字架上
And made my thoughts like restless waves that toss
并让我的思想永不得安宁
On the wild seas’s intemperate wilderness.
将我安置在荒芜而又无边无际的大海之上
But lo! came Life, and with its painted toys
但是，瞧！生命伴随着它那装饰画般的色彩到来
Lured me to play again like any child.
并诱惑我再次像个孩童般玩耍
O pardon me this weak inconstancy.
唉！请原谅我这般的不定性
May my soul die if in all present joys,
也许在如今所有的欢愉之时，我的灵魂会死去
Lapped in forgetfulness or sense-beguiled
早已囚禁在遗忘或诱惑的蒙骗之下
Yea,in my mrith, if I prefer not thee.
是的，如果不是记挂你，我会沉浸在我的快乐之中
(about 1903 or 1904, written about Oscar Wilde. I had no knowledge of his attack on me in the ‘unpublished part’ of De Profundis till 1912.)
（文章关于Oscar Wilde，出自《自深深处》未发表的部分，写于1903或1904年，直到1912年公开发表出来。）
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