沈鹃蕾的诗歌翻译十首中翻英

belliwether · 发表于 2006-8-18 02:46:13

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>A Star hanging in sky JuanLei Shen The stars hanging in sky contact the end of the wild.
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> ----《The feeling on one journey night》by Fu Lu
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>Tea of last night, reflecting the hardship of the dawn.
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>Experience the beauty and overcome the danger of so many mountain peaks, Our lives are consolidated by rocks and vegetation.
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>Birds murmuring with beaks casually meet, in darkness

eople awake, with intimate atmosphere of each other.
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>The lake is flowing with clouds and ink,The sky is covered by the past history.
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>Someone is walking down the hill, asking the taxi to stop on the sunny side where warm water is spilling out.
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>In the breath of ourselves, The crystal of frost is melting on the eave of the glossy-stone town. Young branches branch on the back of the bronze hill. With my right hand in your coat, I snuggle up to you all the way.
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>Sliding and fading the years, where without me: on bus window, glasses or breakfast spoon, You breathe a breath And I am obscured.
Sometimes I am tired, I go to someplace tranquil, watching the pinons mature or premature, and the weathering wrinkles of the YanShan mountain.
Vague as the valley, never shelter any conscious animals. The flocks of goats like open nets on the ground, Each one of them is a slipknot suffering from the hungry.
People and things, close or far away, spark like old snapshot through the chink. Pour out the tea remains, I chew my cheap and humble food that I can afford. 
On the plain in the west countryside, A star hanging in sky, like a penny coin, dispears in the crowd on the market. Birds and children are flying away from the village. The cold current and dogs smell something special on the side of the fresh piles of coal.
 2004．10
 垂星 沈鹃蕾
 星垂平野阔
 ——杜甫《旅夜书怀》 隔夜的茶，可测度曙色 艰涩的经历。
凌越了诸峰瑰丽的险隘， 我们的身体 正被成堆石头与植被加固着。
鸟喙厮磨的秋夜，暗地里 人们醒着， 熟谙彼此的气息。
湖面淌动着云和墨汁，天空 被离去的事实覆盖。
有人步下山坡， 示意出租车向阳的侧面 与暖水漫溢的马眼。
你我呼吸中， 琉璃塔檐瓦的霜粒融动。 幼枝在青铜色的后山分檗。 我的右手在你外套里 一路偎依。
衰逝，在我不在的地方 车窗玻璃，镜片，或早餐匙上 你哈口气我就模糊。
有时我会无力，去僻静处 看聚敛的松果， 燕山风化的肌理。
空虚如山谷 不荫护清醒的活物， 羊群撒开的网， 为饥饿的活结牵扯。
人与事，近了，远了 闪断在旧胶片的裂隙。 泼去残茶， 我啃噬眼下够得着的草根。
西郊的平原，垂星 似一角硬币，磨蚀在集市的人流里。 鸟，孩童正飞离村落， 寒流和狗 嗅循向新鲜的煤堆。 2004．10

 
Have a walk JuanLei Shen
The street at noon, putting off its coat. Hawkers get out like fleas, making my eye sockets itch. In this kind of weather, It is a pleasure to walk along the ChongDe street, following the lead of a broken rubbish bag. Oh, I must have been trapped in gloom holes for too long, too long.
 2000，8，7
 散步
 沈鹃蕾
正午的街道在褪下它的外套。 小贩们跳蚤般的出动，使人眼眶发痒。 这样的天气里，追随一只破垃圾袋走完崇德路 是件幸福的事。 哦，我在忧郁的蛀孔里 埋了那么久，那么久。
 2000，8，7
 
After Sunset
 JuanLei Shen Father outside of the door exhausted, sinking into silence together with his daughter. Night is falling.
In bed all day long, in the room quiet, Counting the roof rafters repetitively, I remained finally. Outside is the rice field in late autumn, is the land I haven't approached for quite long, which now is so thick and solid that one can not help getting his face close to it. Mulberry leaves, moth-eaten with spots, still stick on their branches. There is a kind of little white flower blooming in the vigorous grass by the river. They will wither the day after tomorrow, drifting in the stream water. No one will pick a bunch of them, to set on my bedside. The sparrow, whirling in the wild, Children open their arms, dreaming of getting rid of the gravity and flying. How vague and huge the twilight is, Am I still dreaming? The crescent moon, like a pale girl on her toes, strives to ascend to the top of the night sky. Tears in the darkness never slip off, I let my eyes wide open.

 2000，10，4
暮色
 沈鹃蕾
 疲惫的父亲站在门外，陪着女儿沉默。 夜渐到来。
整整一天我在床上，在寂静的屋子里， 来回数着屋顶上的椽子， 终于活了下来。 外面是深秋的稻田， 是我久未接近的泥土， 厚实得叫人想把脸贴在上面。 虫蛀的桑叶斑斑驳驳的， 依然抓着枝头。 河畔的草丛里正开着一种小白花， 隔天就谢了，顺水漂去。 不会有谁采一把来，插在我床头。 鸟儿在田野上回旋， 张开双臂的孩子们也渴望轻盈， 渴望挣脱自身的重量。 暮色苍茫啊，我是否还在渴望？ 新月踮着脚尖，如一位苍白的女孩 向着夜空深处努力地提升。 黑暗中的泪水没有滑落下来， 我仍大睁着眼。
 2000，10，4
 
Passing through the fishing village
 JuanLei Shen
The fishing village nearby the North Door, like a patch on the back of the town. A fishing boat upside down on the bank, like the worn and obsolete life of many years, with all garbage poured out. These houses squeezed to a mass, appear to fall and crash down together just by a slight push. A old woman trapped in nets in the corner of the room, A quite long time later, she raises her head and has a look at her son and grandson who have gone to market. They stagger in the crowd, like snails, striving to stick on their stall.
It is the hotest day in the year, The sun shines fiercely. A smell of traing flavour bakes the back of the passbys.
 2000，8，7
 过渔村
 沈鹃蕾
贴着北门的渔村， 是小镇后襟上的补丁。 一只渔船覆在岸边， 像多年破旧的生活，倾倒出杂物。 这些房屋挤做一堆， 似乎手一推就要成片倒下。 老妇人陷在屋角的渔网里， 很久，抬眼望一望赶去集市的儿孙。 他们在人流里跌跌撞撞， 像一枚枚螺丝，吃力地叮住摊位。
这是一年中最热的日子， 阳光强烈。一股鱼腥味 烤着路人的后背。 2000，8，7 
 
Encounter
 JuanLei Shen
One casual amble, made my life connect with the tender spot of my friend, and the ten years we had exiled ourselves for. The wind in the evening twilight passing through the narrow hall, blowed our skirts up,just like water alag floating,drifting and fluctuating on the river surface. Evading her fading marriage,we talk about carefully, never to touch the fringe of the girls who were used to be young, never to refer to the blush affairs of the first love. The Youth, is like riding a bicycle on a sunshine vacation. A sparrow was chirping on the eave, voice disjointed, and dull.
 2000，8，5
 偶遇
 沈鹃蕾 一次偶然的踱步，使我的生活 涉及到女友的病， 涉及到各自放逐的十年。 傍晚的风穿过弄堂， 掠起我们的裙裾，如水藻 随波逐流。 隔着她流逝的婚姻，我们交谈 小心地，不触及那些少女的额发 她们红润的初恋。 青春， 就是自行车驶过遍洒阳光的假日。 一只鸟在屋檐上叫，断断续续的， 单调的。

 2000，8，5
 
The Weed
 JuanLei Shen Carrying the rain-wetted straw back to the sheep shed. Watching them sink their chin under it. One old sheep, with food holding in the mouth, makes a low bleat. I do not turn round, realizing it is Grangpa coming in through the back door. The moring earlier when I was still in bed, I heard him whetting the sickle. “It is going to rain.” He went to that low-lying field over the river to shave the weed. Yesterday I passed there, told him the grass had grown so thick. 
 1999, 8，1
 草 
 沈鹃蕾 把大雨打湿的草抱回羊棚。 看它们把下巴埋入草里。一只老羊 衔着草，低低叫了一声。 我没有回头，知道祖父从后门进来了。 一早我睡着，听见他在磨刀。 “要下雨了。” 他是去河边那片低地里割草。 昨天我打那儿路过，告诉他草长得很深。 1999, 8，1
 
Beyond
 JuanLei Shen The last snow, The cold light on the sawed scales. Dry leaves after falling, Like a mass of paper, pinched and wrinkled, in the drain by the road, getting rotten from their colour brown. 
Trees stretch branches in another hurry wind, which bring about instant suffocation.
Have to walk along this muddy track to the end, Before come into the melted village. This place and I have just taken a strict trial together.
 2001.2
越界
 沈鹃蕾 最后的雪， 锯屑的冷光。 枯叶在失事后像揉皱的纸团， 于路边沟底 进入褐色的腐烂。
树枝扩散在又一阵紧风里， 窒息的瞬间，
必须步行过 这段溃散的路， 才能进入解冻的村庄。 这儿和我一起 刚刚承受了一场 严峻的测试。
 2001.2
 
The way he smokes
He says He is a poet, Whether it's true or not, None cares.
Now Thin and little his figure. Hungry and frail his feeling.
He fires the last cigarette finally, squeezing the empty package to a mass of paper in the left hand.
Sucking with great comfort, Clamping the golden section part with tips of thumb and forefinger, The lit gun is getting shorter.
He is such an old, his dim eyes look. Pauper, I hear the shopkeer murmurs behind the counter.
 
Ascending 
 JuanLei Shen Clambering up the bamboo ladder, Every step rising, Almost sliding,tottering but closer. Frost on the tiles, Moring is early on the fringe of this tiny crystal, smothered with sharp edges, which slightly cut my finger tips. You could imagine the pleasure the ice body melting in the sunshine. You could imagine the copper keys laying on the window rail, reflecting a beam of light,warm and quite.
One casual slip, I am tight cornered outside of the wall, ten years wasted. 2001.2

攀登
 沈鹃蕾 沿着竹梯往上爬， 每提升的一步 都在接近和摇晃中滑动。 霜在瓦上， 清晨在微小的晶体边缘 布满了棱角， 它们轻微地割裂着我的指尖。 可以想像冰棱在阳光里融化的快感。 想像铜钥匙在窗台上， 温润了光线。
一次不经意的疏忽， 我被困在墙外，浪费了十年。
 2001.2 
The Stage Stone JuanLei Shen It's the waters fluctuating in my eyes, Not anything else. It's in spring, the budding trees and grass in the countryside always neglect someome, when they stayed too long in rooms, alone, in winter. I sit on the river bank, this afternoon, The stage stone of the dock, Looks so hard and strong, Like layers of obstacles, Soaked in water,Silent in eyes.
 2001.2
阶石 沈鹃蕾
是河水在眼底晃动， 不是别的。 是春天，郊外草木的萌动总会忽略一些人 当他们单独在冬天的屋里 呆得太久。 而我坐在河堤上，这一下午 河埠头的阶石那么坚固， 像一重重障碍 浸在水里，沉默的眼里。

 2001.2
 
When Mist became Dew JuanLei Shen
A tiny touch of scare spilled out of the body waking up.
The one watching me fall asleep had left. Remaining the house roof, with snow slopingly covered. A lemon, on the table, sunk into by the light
I seemed to be loved, in a certain kind of stare, smooth to breathe. Deep was the night, Trees in the countryside were getting close to each other. The record under the ice swirl current was turning. Fish and stars were sparking and glittering. 
You've gone, lost in wine, other men or women, and the heavy thick rain. I was feeling for a clue in the biography under my pillow, The stories behind every word
Once happened, Never lost. 2002.7
凝聚 沈鹃蕾 醒来的身体 溢出微小的惊慌。
看我入睡的人已离去。 留下一个屋顶，倾斜着雪。 一只柠檬，在桌上 凝聚着光。
我似乎被爱过， 在一种注视里，均匀地呼吸。 夜深了，郊外的树和树微微靠拢。 唱片在冰层的潜流下旋转。 鱼和星辰闪烁。
你走了， 溶入酒，别的男女 和密集的雨中。 我在枕下一部传记里 摸索，每个词语里的故事 一旦发生， 就不再失去。 2002.7
 
The sandrain is dropping in Beijing
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　JuanLei Shen
There is a moment, I am so tired of drifting and chasing Just let it go, being humble, poor and frail
Spring is coming, all men feel their own shy mood The friend who has been reading for half of the day, now puts away his old book, rushing for the bus The sandrain is dropping in Beijing The man and the horse, living on the west hill, start to open their eyes
I shut off the lamp, listening to the spring boats crack,
Just like sorrows and happiness we've ever standed alone
 沙落北京 沈娟蕾 有一阵， 就是游不动了。 就是撒手， 卑贱地贫弱。
 春天了，人们各自羞愧。 默读半日的友人 收拢经书，挤车去了。 沙粒落向北京。 西山的人马 睁开了眼。
 我灭灯， 听开春的船只破裂。
 我们各自 忍受的悲喜。
 2006 年4月19日与叙灵同题

沈鹃蕾，又名沈木槿，是在下最喜欢的女诗人，她的诗歌质感，细腻，充满语言的灵气，让人读了又读，爱不释手，遂挑十首翻译，实在是暴殄天物，但仅以此表示在下对女诗人的诚挚共鸣。碎语了。

曾蒙 · 发表于 2006-8-18 18:07:21

沈鹃蕾的诗歌不错!

小你 · 发表于 2006-8-31 11:08:27

喜欢一下．

杨明通2006 · 发表于 2006-9-5 20:33:49

-------中英对照是一个发展路子！问好

胡桑 · 发表于 2006-10-6 00:11:38

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>实在喜欢沈的诗歌。曾向她学过不少技艺。
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>翻译的水准也似乎很让人惊讶

匿名 *发表于 2007-5-15 13:44:53* · 发表于 2007-5-15 13:44:53

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