[原创]陈梦家诗歌四首翻译

belliwether · 发表于 2007-5-30 19:46:08

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>a wild flower a wild flower opened in wilderness and then withered, never thought this little creature, smiling towards the sun, he knew he was gifted with intelligence, his happiness, his poems, were stirring in the wind. a wild flower opened in wilderness and then faded, he could see the blue sky, but unable to realize his own small, used to the wind soft, used to the wind roaring, all were easy to forget, even his dream. belliwether 一朵野花 陈梦家 一朵野花在荒原里开了又落了， 不想这小生命，向着太阳发笑， 上帝给他的聪明他自己知道， 他的欢喜，他的诗，在风前轻摇。 一朵野花在荒原里开了又落了， 他看见青天，看不见自己的渺小， 听惯风的温柔，听惯风的怒号， 就连他自己的梦也容易忘掉。 the wild goose i love the wild goose in autumn, which unaware of fatigue all the night, crying (like injunction or response) and flying far away. never care about which cloud will hold his song he just singing, flying, till sky turns black, but wings are still light. i would rather be a wild goose, all were forgotten, when I mention something, when I recall something, it is not hate, not delight. belliwether 雁子 陈梦家 我爱秋天的雁子， 　　终夜不知疲倦； 　　（像是嘱咐，像是答应，） 　　一边叫，一边飞远。 从来不问他的歌， 　　留在哪片云上， 　　只管唱过，只管飞扬── 　　黑的天，轻的翅膀。 我情愿是只雁子， 　　一切都已忘记── 当我提起，当我想到， 不是恨，不是欢喜 
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>the old Russian man he was always solemn like autumn days, like quiet and old mountian peak. sometimes bad mood made him cough or sigh which stirred the dew off his brown beard, he did not speak, just shakeing his head again and again. he held the pipe, in total silence, with eyes wandering on the newspaper; what disturbed him? he stopped, raising his eyelids, to glance at the portrait of the deceased majesty king of Nicolay. maybe it was cold made him choke, he shouted:Tona! 1932 belliwether 白俄老人 陈梦家 　　他庄严依旧像秋天， 　　一柱静穆苍老的山尖。 有时候肺腑间块结 引起他咳嗽或是叹息── 　　那一阵痉挛轻轻摇下 他黄须上气凝的水滴， 　　只频频摇头，他不说话。 是沉默，他衔着烟斗， 眼光在报纸上来回走； 有什么打搅他的心思， 他停下来，把眼睛举起── 　　轻的一瞥，落在尼古拉 神武的遗像上。也许是 　　寒冷使他呛，他喊：「陀娜」！ 1932 the song of the iron horse sunny, and then cloudy, as light as floating clouds, hidden in mountians leisurely: DingLing, DingLing, not pray to wind not pray to mountian spirit stirring when wind blowing me still when it stops with no dolor, with no delight either. i am always aged and plain, always fresh. sometimes chant in a low voice, as clear as buddhist sound, sometimes cry and respond to the ghost. i praise the spring, the green on the farmland, also i bless the deep autumn, the decay of the green. i am the little aeoline bell of an ancient temple, the sun smiles to me, embroidered me with gold. perhaps one day God asks me to be static, i'll fly to the clouds, being a star. sunny, and then cloudy as light as floating clouds hidden in mountians leisurely: DingLing, DingLing, belliwether 铁马的歌 陈梦家 天晴，又阴， 轻的像浮云， 隐逸在山林： 丁宁，丁宁， 不祈祷风， 不祈祷山灵。 风吹时我动， 风停，我停。 没有忧愁， 也没有欢欣； 我总是古旧， 总是清新。 有时低吟 清素的梵音， 有时我呼应 鬼的精灵。 我赞扬春， 地土上的青， 也祝福秋深， 绿的凋零。 我是古庙 一个小风铃， 太阳向我笑， 绣上了金。 也许有天 上帝教我静， 我飞上云边， 变一颗星。 天晴，天阴， 轻的像浮云， 隐逸在山林： 丁宁，丁宁。

南方的河 · 发表于 2007-6-8 17:44:36

翻译得直了，鄙人认为诗歌以意译为上，特别是中翻英。

belliwether · 发表于 2007-6-9 08:57:51

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>翻译得直了，鄙人认为诗歌以意译为上，特别是中翻英。

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