陈先发诗歌12首(汉译英)

写作同盟会 · 发表于 2007-10-3 03:10:04

极喜欢陈兄的诗,先汗一个再说

曾蒙 · 发表于 2007-10-6 01:48:30

欢迎榜眼，作品已经调首页。陈先发作品专辑：<a href="http://www.zgyspp.com/Article/ShowSpecial.asp?SpecialID=18">http://www.zgyspp.com/Article/ShowSpecial.asp?SpecialID=18</a>

李之平 · 发表于 2007-11-4 16:44:15

这些基本是我翻译的啊,怎么不署作者名?随便转可不好

李之平 · 发表于 2008-1-27 00:48:58

李之平翻译陈先发另外一些诗Go across Qiantang River* 　　 The butterfly pretent to a blind person, By the river,She couldn't see me She couldn't see anything at all 　　 I want to die to achieve virtue It has furthered the spring scenery indeed Because there is more blind persons have come They are all dummies and they all have ever spent a period of time that been scalded by nothingness 　　 But the spring scenery is very nice I'm too ashamed to accept it 4/2005 The note

iantang River*:a famouse river that locate in Zhejiang province of China. 　　 《过钱塘》 　　　　 蝴蝶伪装成瞎子，在江边 她看不见我 她什么也看不见 　　　　 我想杀身成仁确实 增进了春色 因为来了更多的瞎子。 他们都是假的 都有一段被虚无烫伤的时光 　　　　 但春风很美 我愧不能及 　　　　 2005年4月 　　 Lttle Beast 　　 The eyebrow be shaved off,the little sparrow becomes a Buddha at once 　　 The little sparrow still keep smiling in the sky after has been fried. The countryside she flighten,there is rot Rice stubble and extinct magic The country persons kneeling before the new painted temple burning paper persons,burning paper horses The little sparrow in and out on the body of the childs. The childs must is timid,the sparrow must is in flocks.She is dark mass just like a mass of faint hope old grandma whose the mind was elsewhere,just reborn in the darkness river 2/2006 ＜＜小畜牲＞＞ 　　　　 剃掉眉毛了，小麻雀 立地成佛 小麻雀在油炸后仍保持空中的笑脸 她飞度的田园，有腐烂的稻茬和 失传的魔术 乡下人在新漆的寺庙前跪着 烧纸人，烧纸马 小麻雀在孩子身上进进出出 孩子须是胆小，麻雀须是成群 她黑压压 像一堆渺茫的老奶奶 心不在焉，投生昏黄的河水 　　 　Lttle Old Man　 The fild is dirty.The old man hiked the outsize cotton-padded trousers and went out the lavatory. He carried the cabbages walking alone the ridge of field hurrily.From my angle,he seems flying on a ominious curve. Is he the saber-toothed dragon on the cretaceous or old cat family on the gacier period? If i make the torches for sacrificing dieing down He will fall down from sky But i know he earned money and bought 2 inched red head string on the eve,under the lamp,he will boundle his pity daughter's hire up He left the excrement on the world Just as like the Liuhe Pongoda* in the cold wind 2/2006 The note

iuhe Pongoda* :A famouse tower on the north of Qiantang river and near by the Westlake on Zhejiang province of China.It was built just for defending the river tide by king of WU and YUE in Northern Song Dynasy. 　＜＜小老头＞＞ 　　 田野灰蒙蒙的 提着肥大棉裤的老头，走出厕所 他挑起白菜 沿着田埂疾走 从我的角度看，他像在一段不祥的 弧线上飞行。他是白垩纪的剑齿龙 还是垂暮的冰川纪猫科动物？ 如果我灭去祭祀的火把 他难免从空中掉下来 但我知道他挣到钱了 扯了二尺红头绳，除夕灯下 要把苦命的女儿扎起来 他遗在人世的粪便 像寒风中的六和塔 　　 2/2006 Little River

ut up the landing stage head who builds in birch Throw the coins from sky continuely,but nobody has been seen .I have known the soul of a deceased person forms order crossing a river.It's nice!they have broken a border but cannot forget abiding by vulgar regulation. It's nice!They make the river clean light and breeding the wild basses and these eccentric persons. If i feel upset,just because i stand here again with dense growth of azedarach wood hodes one side each other.On the something come fron another world, with mysterious,rustle fixed 2/2006 　 ＜＜小河水＞＞ 　　 在桦木搭建的栈桥头 空中不断扔下硬币，却不见人影 我知道亡灵们列队过河了 善哉，他们突破了疆界却 忘不掉遵循庸俗的规则 善哉，他们让河水清清浅浅 养育了野鲈鱼和这些 离经叛道的人，如果我不安 仅仅因为又站在了这里 与蓊郁的楝树林，各据一边 在来自另一个世界 神秘的，窸窣的注视之下 　　 2006年2月 Dwell in deep Seclusion On the way horse dung accumulates tiers Be making a pagoda of seven stories as if. These flower ah grass ah , all being altering in the world The old lady of oven, gathers the unsalable sweet potato having become a tower,be making a pagoda of seven stories as if. Her little field peels off the skin , chooses to fragrance have leaked 　 The frog jumps over up from withered lotus, in the dotted line that she has faced. Be making a pagoda of seven stories as if Have known just regards , have looked at pool water being bored with little to do If these are plentiful of lack, be confined to the house，watching her hot dish , she are humming song , shovel and the right arm, suspending in ice-cold weather lining 12/2005 　　 ＜＜深居＞＞ 　　 路上的马粪一层层堆积 仿佛在造，七级浮屠。这些花呀草呀，涂改着世上的一切 　　　　 烤炉旁的老太太，把卖不掉的红薯聚成了塔 仿佛在造，七级浮屠。她一点点地剥皮，取走了香气 　　 青蛙从枯荷跃起，她向上的虚线里 仿佛在造，七级浮屠。懂了便好哇，看池水闲得发慌 　　 如果这些不够充足，那就闭门不出吧，看她炒菜 她哼着歌，铲子和右臂，悬浮在冰凉的天气里 　　 2005年12月 　　 Scenery as the Theme The brown pine cortex spited and poured the turpentine There is two or three heart-throbs coming The junior middle school student who stepping on the block in the park，the official who carring on the bag，the rascal with tattoo on his arm They all are dispirited On the booth and pavilion,two or three birds are flighing rounding two or three hearts Two or three dings rolling two or three bitternesses. As if that tow or three heart-throbs is coming-- In the distance,the lake frozen the mother with dirty cotton-padded coat broken the little bridge All these things are all transparant all is the former 12/2005 ＜＜即景＞＞ 　　 褐色松皮裂开，淌出了松脂 有三两下心跳的到来 　　 公园里踩滑轮的初中生，夹着包的 公务员，在臂上刺青的流氓 都是灰心的。 亭榭上，三两只鸟儿 裹着三两颗心脏在飞 三两下钟声，卷起三两点苦水 仿佛那三两下心跳 正在来临－－－ 远处，湖面结冰 穿脏棉袄的母亲，压断了小桥。 　　 这一切，都是透明的，往生的。 　　 2005年12月 　○陈先发 On the Upriver In october,the wood smoke get more whiter The wood fire in the mouth born itself out The dead dearest awoken more than once in the Ox's eyes on the dusk His horns downward quietly,two eyes got red It likes the confin　dipping in the rainwater His toothes is loosed.The persons could call the name is getting less and less The rainwater is just off and on. They alone the old house and mirror concoursing Alone the bluevained villagers concoursing Some river course is dried bareing the riverbed that is dark and harden Some river course collect water presenting the dark green after fermantation The several songs of bird is distant from here So slowly as like boilling the drug So many years,just these familiar things dragged my mind down:if the river i pass through is more slower and slower again.If the disappeared thing must will be meet again on the upriver If the drawing exhausted homeland is amended repeatedly no more than Those clounds have been wiped off would pour forth on the paper and fold inward on my window

ne window just lower than paradise 10/2004 《在上游》 十月，炊烟更白，含在口中的薪火燃尽 死去的亲人，在傍晚的牛眼中，不止一次地醒来 它默默地犄角向下，双眼红了，像雨水浸泡的棺木 它牙齿松动，能喊出名字的，已经越来越少。 时断时续的雨水，顺着旧居，顺着镜子在汇聚 顺着青筋毕露的乡亲们在汇聚 有的河段干涸，露出黝黑板结的河床 有的河段积水，呈现着发酵后的暗绿 几声鸟叫，隔得很远，像熬着的药一样缓慢 这么多年，正是这些熟悉的事物，拖垮了我的心： 如果途经安徽的河水，慢一点，再慢一点。如果下游消失的 必将重逢在上游。如果日渐枯竭的故乡，不再被反复修改 那些被擦掉的浮云，会从纸上，重新涌出 合拢在我的窗口：一个仅矮于天堂的窗口 2004年10月 The Meeting of the Fall Her chignon was rolled lowly,the gree skirt is fascinating.Sometimes,she walked through the lake water directly and got the oposite,the little stone stool in the bush of the filbert.My manner to make scene take from Wei and Jin dynasty:the thickness will upward to the lightness,the bamboo will supplant the yellow poplar.But the scene meet with must be daily. The little stone stool have already sit two persons , one is the retire worker come from the factory of Hongqi grinding wheel.His first name is Tao and his left cheek scarred knife cut.The another's face couldn't see clearly is apeak without movement. The falling leaves kicking his red plastic shoes. You just squeezing between themself.If i arrive there unless walk through the long path by the lake.You read my message i carved the border of Yin-Yang first:you dan't call Yuji*,you just the woman worker sickliness come fome the factory of Hongqi grinding wheel.You aren't Yuji really.You must remenber to take medicine fixly before you sleep and 3 tablets each time.When you go shopping just make the light make-up Everingthing ,will be as same as the lefetime. The notes:Yuji ,shi is a woman who is the the Western Han Dynasty period , imperial concubine of Chu king Xiang Yu 《秋日会》 她低挽发髻，绿裙妖娆，有时从湖水中 直接穿行而过，抵达对岸，榛树丛里的小石凳。 我造景的手段，取自魏晋：浓密要上升为疏朗 竹子取代黄杨，但相逢的场面必须是日常的 小石凳早就坐了两人，一个是红旗砂轮厂的退休职工 姓陶，左颊留着刀疤。另一个的脸看不清 垂着，一动不动，落叶踢着他的红色塑料鞋。 你就挤在他们中间吧。我必须走过漫长的湖畔小径 才能到达。你先读我刻在阴阳界上的留言吧： 你不叫虞姬，你是砂轮厂的多病女工。你真的不是 虞姬，寝前要牢记服药，一次三粒。逛街时 画淡妆。一切，要跟生前一模一样 2004年11月 North Wind Blowing The snow is geitting heavier,the barn is more darker.When the field is disappeared,the poor have got a little quietness finally.He lift the kerosene lamp climbing the ladder and counting the grains in the storeroom.He wouldn't walk down the ladder this time: the muddy haven't formed yet,the whip felling the rust。 Even if the head has been cut,only be at grass ,it couldn't grow up the fruits on the ground.Everything just waiting the spring wind whisting,the corn grist transport to the distance for weeding some peoples.The tremble of the grain just weeding for the other peoples 《北风起》 雪越大，谷仓就越黑。田畴消失 穷人终于得到了一丁点安宁，他举着煤油灯 攀上梯子，数着囤中的谷粒。 此刻他不会走下梯子：泥泞尚未形成 鞭子垂在锈中，头颅割下，也只能闲着 不能到地下长出果实。一切只待春风吹起 谷物运向远方，养活一些人 谷物中的颤栗，养活另一些人。 2004年10月 Chantting in Illness 　　 Morning,i have to listen to the sing of the bird. A sound and a sound,it's clear and silvern but couldn't know something clearly。It likes the awl of the rain drops　felling down vertically。 It's more verticallier and more sympathier． In a annual severe deasease,i changed several chair　and controling myself,don't confuse by the sing of the bird and skiting out the flesh and wouldn't follow him into the distance.It pull the sicky yeally tail, fade away the top of the pinetree　 a little high and a little cloudily 　　 《病中吟》 早晨，不得不谛听鸟鸣。一声声 它脆而清越，又不明所以，像雨点的锥子 落下，垂直地落下，越垂直就越悲悯。 一年一度的大病，我换了几张椅子 克制着自已，不为鸟鸣所惑而滑出肉体。 也不随它远去。它拽着焦黄的尾巴，在松冠消逝 有些起伏，有些黯然 2004年10月 　 　 Happiness　 There is blood and water in my ink praise or blame,evil or loyalty were lined on my desk Now ,i understand the Poem 300 * in the faint song of birds finally,and the river chantting lowly the Great Mercy Maledictions* Now i can read the old brushwork of clound rack's and dumbness of the stele's finally I fell into the maditation of steles and flying birds finally Now i understand finally: i am a happy person Yes, i am a happy person If you beheaded my head,please cherish it:the black hair couldn't be messed any single

lease placed it nearest the red sun and the green pines The notes:the Poem 300 .it's to point to the 300 Tang Dynasty Poems Great Mercy Maledictions,ut's One of India Fole. 《幸福》 我的墨中 有着血,有着水 我的案头砌着汉族的毁誉忠奸 现在,我终于听懂了 幽幽鸟鸣中的《诗三百》,和 低吟《大悲咒》的河水。 现在,我终于看懂了 浮云古老的笔法 和 碑的无言。 我终于可以陷入碑和飞鸟的无言。 现在,我终于懂得了: 我是个幸福的人 是的，我是一个幸福的人。 如果你斩获了我的头颅 请你爱惜它: 漆黑的头发一根也不要吹乱！ 也请你把它放置在 离青松和红日最近的地方。 2004年8月18日 Last Lesson The spring is too dense to stir in that time, wild flower of rape across the mountains.The abuzz sweet of the bees hunging the bright sight The lonely little power stations of the thirteen province is all powering generation. But she has come yet.You catched that black roll-stick telephone,the lip was blue and shivered. The state of you is thiner much more.You still be a blue Kajibu Chinese tunic suit and comb parted hair. The beetle-browed is covered with the dust of the chilks. He will go to make up the last lesson before sunset. You carried the paper umbrella acrrossing the silent ridge in the end of the spring. As as one passing away for years, your body is very light, the muddy couldn't have splashed onto bottom of trouser leg. 最后一课 那时的春天稠密，难以搅动，野油菜花 翻山越岭。蜜蜂嗡嗡的甜，挂在明亮的视觉里 一十三省孤独的小水电站，都在发电。而她 依然没来。你抱着村部黑色的摇把电话 嘴唇发紫。你现在的样子 比五十年代要瘦削得多了。仍旧是蓝卡基布中山装 梳分头，浓眉上落着粉笔灰 要在日落前为病中的女孩补上最后一课。 你夹着纸伞，穿过春末寂静的田埂，作为 一个逝去多年的人，你身子很轻，泥泞不会溅上裤脚 2004年10月 Black Pool Dam* You warn me,don't as parasite again,though i swallowed just the waste irons.Whole street waste irons, come from enginie and tyre,rustting on the speed, sometimes it's bitter a little,sometimes it's sweet a little.The route map you draw is also exact remarkably, so the car eased out of the black pool dam,from Shouchun road turn right acrossing the bridge of Mengcheng road and go to the north and carry the depression and autumn wind to north and go to the north straightly.If i passed the little lake embosomed by eucalypt trees,then i'll stop. How nice there,the fallen leaves adrifting.When i take a piece of fallen leaf it just likes getting one of mother's letter.You warned me, don't collide with mother's eyes light and should learn to dodg.I can't make the whole heart waste iron to the running water she want. Yes,yes,i lie down on my back this time. The fall day is too high,you warned me stop the knife rushing out;stop the life staying the top of the clound The note:the black pool dam,it's a place name in Hefei Anhui province China. 黑池坝 你告诫我，再不要做寄生虫了，虽然咽下的 只是废铁。满大街的废铁，来自引擎和轮箍，在速度上 锈着，有时微苦，有时微甜。你画下的线路图 也是异常精确，驶出黑池坝，从寿春路右拐 跨蒙城路桥往北，揣抑郁和秋风往北，一直往北。 遇桉树林抱住的小湖，就停下。那里多好啊，落叶 飘零。持一片落片，像收到母亲的一封来信。 你告诫我，与母亲的眼光不要碰撞，要学会躲闪 我不能将满腔的废铁化作她想要的流水。是啊 是啊，此刻我就仰面躺下。秋日太高了，你告诫我 要阻止刀子从废铁中冲出来；要阻止生活在云端 Yinding Bridge* Hitting the eucalypts with coins at Cofe.That place i holded nearby windows for years. But he has bladder cancer and he used left hand He could roquet every time for his dying

ulling a curtain aside,I could see the ducks in the center of the lake We used up a only remnant setting sun and talked and talked with long time. There is our language and her light nakedness。 As if the lake water has more bigger determination and make the stone stool eternal on the storeside. Some peoples have sat a canoe , drift in in the water It seemed they were bound by lake water rowing to doom Afterwards，we come out from the arched door,i have moved away the cafe.All these,how like the long duration of time unknown what. He palys that game alone,the eucalypts grows up safely,handing over the new coin to him 2007/8 The note:Yinding Bridge ,just pne of the bridge.It is in Shishahai or Houhai in Beijing China 《银锭桥》 在咖啡馆，拿硬币砸桉树。 我多年占据那个靠窗的位子。 而他患有膀胱癌，他使用左手， 他的将死让他每次都能击中 撩开窗帘，能看到湖心的鸭子。 用掉仅剩的一个落日。 我们长久地交谈，交谈。 我们的语言。她轻度的裸体。 湖水仿佛有更大的决心 让岸边的石凳子永恒。一些人 坐上小船，在水中飘荡 又像被湖水捆绑着，划向末日 后来我们从拱门出来， 我移走了咖啡馆。这一切，多么像时日的未知。 他独自玩着那游戏 桉树平安地长大，递给他新的硬币。 2007年8月 Side of Truck Side of truck,the docker divides into two rows It's two rows mumbling and sputtering and the two row of blue and the cut two ceaseless rows. They disboard a mixer from the compartment,the sand, the sand squeezes within the mixer, and some things becoming a ton in. (My baldhead uncle and nephew of the village head can't between them) They have to stand becoming that they regard as "useless" two rows,before tooth of the village head comes off.In my whirlpool-like line of sight, distance pear flower point , the whiteness like retribution.But,the docker has no right what to understand calling retribution. The entire afternoon , truck are silently of the same kind to east.The air temperature is spent 2 quilt being in 37 under the control of.Can be symbol thing there is not much left 2007年1月 《卡车之侧》 卡车之侧，搬运工分成两排 嘟嘟囔囔的两排。蓝色的两排。剪不断的两排。 他们从车厢卸下搅拌机，砂子 塞在搅拌机里的砂子，和成吨的某物。 （我的秃头叔叔和村长的侄子 也在其间） 他们不得不站成他们认为是“无用”的两排 在村长的牙齿脱落之前。 我漩涡一样的视线里，远处梨花点点，白如报应 但搬运工无权懂得什么叫报应。 整个下午，卡车默默地一路向东 气温被控制在37度2 能作为象征物的东西所剩无几 2007年1月The note:Sanzu Temple,it's a Buddhist temple , are located in Anhui An Qing City Qian Shan County. Call on Sanzu Temple* Let one tower perpendicularity arrive in paper going ahead.Have digging a grave's now that go , can adhere to gear wheel Also may make a segment of slope."The still green spring grass" quilt looks upon as ridiculing to him.Cannot these always forget , be also only half steps's have leaked , extemporaneous. These will no longer can satisfy me Boundless doctrine and withered vine. Making a speech let one tower stumble Yes, I am a group travelling together bamboo , a minority faction.One heaven-daring nihilist. Think that style is once again equal to ridiculing Like one sound laugh suddenly,be equivalent to the mud sheepshead and bright feeling in jumping out of a lake surface. 2006年9月 《谒三祖寺》 让一座塔垂直来到纸上 有掘墓的既往，可以附在齿轮上 也可制作一段斜坡 “春草尚绿”被视为对他的讥讽 这些总忘不掉的，也是只走了半步的、即兴的。 这些再也不能满足我的 漫无边际的主义和枯藤。 让一座塔磕磕绊绊的发言——— 是的，我是一行竹子，一个少数派 一个胆大包天的虚无主义者。当风格再次等于讥讽 像冷不丁的一声笑 顶着泥的羊头和明觉跳出湖面 2006年9月 以上16首之平于０７年１２和08年一月译于北京

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