有《哈姆雷特》也有文艺复兴的鸟叫声|十三首童年必背文学段子&发音指南
1. WRITTEN IN MARCH
WRITTEN IN MARCH,
While resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brother's Water.
William Wordsworth
The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter,
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The Snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Plough-boy is whooping—anon—anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
阳春三月作
时方小憩于布拉泽湖畔桥头
威廉·华兹华斯
雄鸡啼叫，
溪水滔滔，
鸟雀声喧，
湖波闪闪，
绿野上一片阳光；
青壮老弱，
都忙农活；
吃草的群牛
总不抬头，
四十头姿势一样！
残雪像军队，
节节败退，
退到山顶，
面临绝境；
耕田郎阵阵吆喝，
山中有欢愉，
泉中有生趣；
云朵轻飏，
碧空清朗，
这一场春雨已过！
（杨德豫 译）
Emily Dickinson
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
我是无名之辈，你是谁？
你，也是，无名之辈？
这就凑成一双，别声张！
你知道，他们会大肆张扬！
做个，显要人物，好不无聊！
像个青蛙，向仰慕的泥沼—
在整个六月，把个人的姓名
聒噪 — 何等招摇！
江枫译
Emily Dickinson
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, — the two are one ;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked betweenthe rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
我为美而死
艾米丽·伊丽莎白·狄金森
我为美而死，对坟墓
几乎还不适应
一个殉真理的烈士
就成了我的近邻——
他轻声问我“为什么倒下”？
我回答他：“为了美”——
他说：“我为真理，真与美——
是一体，我们是兄弟” ——
就这样，像亲人，黑夜相逢——
我们隔着房间谈心——
直到苍苔上我们的嘴唇——
覆盖掉，我们的姓名——
4. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
雪夜林边小立
我想我认识树林的主人
他家住在林边的农村；
他不会看见我暂停此地，
欣赏他披上雪装的树林。
我的小马准抱着个疑团：
干嘛停在这儿，不见人烟，
在一年中最黑的晚上，
停在树林和冰湖之间。
它摇了摇颈上的铃铎，
想问问主人有没有弄错。
除此之外唯一的声音
是风飘绒雪轻轻拂过。
树林真可爱，既深又黑，
但我有许多诺言不能违背，
还要赶多少路才能安睡，
还要赶多少路才能安睡。
飞白译
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
雪夜林边小立
我想我认识树林的主人
他家住在林边的农村；
他不会看见我暂停此地，
欣赏他披上雪装的树林。
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
我的小马准抱着个疑团：
干嘛停在这儿，不见人烟，
在一年中最黑的晚上，
停在树林和冰湖之间。
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
它摇了摇颈上的铃铎，
想问问主人有没有弄错。
除此之外唯一的声音
是风飘绒雪轻轻拂过。
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
树林真可爱，既深又黑，
但我有许多诺言不能违背，
还要赶多少路才能安睡，
还要赶多少路才能安睡。
飞白译
Jane Taylor
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When this blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, through the night.
Then the traveller in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see where to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
The Tyger
WILLIAM BLAKE
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
威廉·布雷克（157-1827）
老虎
老虎！老虎！灼灼烁光，
似暗夜林间火焰的莹煌，
能是什么样的仙手和天眼，
造就你可畏而匀称的曲线？
在哪个遥远的深渊或天堂，
能有如你双眼的熊熊火光？
天神乘什么翅膀翱翔九天？
什么铁掌才敢擒住这火焰？
怎样的臂力，怎样的技艺，
搓拧出你心脏强健的心肌？
而一旦你的心脏开始搏动，
那是何等的利爪令人生恐？
怎样锤打，什么样的铁链？
怎样的熔炉将你大脑锤炼？
怎样的铁钻，怎样的铁腕，
胆敢钳住你这等恶煞凶神？
待当繁星投下了银光长矛，
用它们的泪水把天堂灌浇，
他会为自己的杰作而微笑？
你和羔羊难道是同他缔造？
老虎！老虎！灼灼烁光，
似暗夜林间火焰的莹煌，
能是什么样的仙手和天眼，
敢造你可畏而匀称的曲线？
（晚枫2012年2月译）
（选自 Great Short Poems 《短诗精萃》 Edited by Paul Negri – A Dover Thrift Editions Book）
http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_4fbe5af80102dz08.html
The Tyger
WILLIAM BLAKE
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
威廉·布雷克（157-1827）
老虎
老虎！老虎！灼灼烁光，
似暗夜林间火焰的莹煌，
能是什么样的仙手和天眼，
造就你可畏而匀称的曲线？
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
在哪个遥远的深渊或天堂，
能有如你双眼的熊熊火光？
天神乘什么翅膀翱翔九天？
什么铁掌才敢擒住这火焰？
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
怎样的臂力，怎样的技艺，
搓拧出你心脏强健的心肌？
而一旦你的心脏开始搏动，
那是何等的利爪令人生恐？
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
怎样锤打，什么样的铁链？
怎样的熔炉将你大脑锤炼？
怎样的铁钻，怎样的铁腕，
胆敢钳住你这等恶煞凶神？
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
待当繁星投下了银光长矛，
用它们的泪水把天堂灌浇，
他会为自己的杰作而微笑？
你和羔羊难道是同他缔造？
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
老虎！老虎！灼灼烁光，
似暗夜林间火焰的莹煌，
能是什么样的仙手和天眼，
敢造你可畏而匀称的曲线？
7. My Luve is Like a Red Red Rose
A Red, Red Rose
ROBERT BURNS
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep inluve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
我的爱人像朵红红的玫瑰
呵，我的爱人像朵红红的玫瑰
六月里迎风初开；
呵，我的爱人像支甜甜的曲子，
奏得合拍又和谐。
我的好姑娘，多么美丽的人儿！
请看我，多么深挚的爱情！
亲爱的，我永远爱你，
纵使大海干涸水流尽。
纵使大海干涸水流尽，
太阳将岩石烧作灰尘，
亲爱的，我永远爱你，
只要我一息犹存。
珍重吧，我唯一的爱人，
珍重吧，让我们暂时别离，
但我定要回来，
哪怕千里万里！
王佐良译
A Red, Red Rose
O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
我的爱人像朵红红的玫瑰
呵，我的爱人像朵红红的玫瑰
六月里迎风初开；
呵，我的爱人像支甜甜的曲子，
奏得合拍又和谐。
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
我的好姑娘，多么美丽的人儿！
请看我，多么深挚的爱情！
亲爱的，我永远爱你，
纵使大海干涸水流尽。
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:
纵使大海干涸水流尽，
太阳将岩石烧作灰尘，
亲爱的，我永远爱你，
只要我一息犹存。
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
珍重吧，我唯一的爱人，
珍重吧，让我们暂时别离，
但我定要回来，
哪怕千里万里！
8. Little Lamb Who Made Thee
The Lamb
WILLIAM BLAKE
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
小羊羔谁创造了你/你可知道谁创造了你
给你生命，哺育着你/在溪流旁，在青草地；
给你穿上好看的衣裳，/最软的衣裳毛茸茸多漂亮；
给你这样温柔的声音，/让所有的山谷都开心；
小羔羊谁创造了你/你可知道谁创造了你；
小羔羊我要告诉你，/小羔羊我要告诉你；
他的名字跟你的一样，/他也称他自己是羔羊；
他又温顺又和蔼，/他变成了一个小小孩，
我是个小孩你是羔羊/咱俩的名字跟他一样。
小羔羊上帝保佑你。/小羔羊上帝保佑你。（杨苡译）
The Red Wheelbarrow
William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
红色手推车
很多事情
全靠
一辆红色
小车
被雨淋得
晶亮
傍着几只
白鸡（飞白译）
Spring, the sweet spring
THOMAS NASHE
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
Spring, the sweet spring!
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, 排 蜂巢
And live alone in the bee-loud glade. 林间空地
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;蟋蟀
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, 微光/柔光
And evening full of the linnet’s wings. 红雀/朱雀
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,—
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,—
爱之真切使我想用诗篇把爱心表露，
我心爱的她许会因我的痛苦而高兴，
高兴会使她开卷，开卷会使她领悟，
领悟会使她怜悯，怜悯会使她荣耀。
曹明伦译
To be, or not to be —that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die —to sleep—
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish' d. To die —to sleep.
To sleep —perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death—
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns —puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. —Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d.
生存或毁灭, 这是个必答之问题:
是否应默默的忍受坎苛命运之无情打击,
还是应与深如大海之无涯苦难奋然为敌,
并将其克服。
此二抉择, 就竟是哪个较崇高?
死即睡眠, 它不过如此!
倘若一眠能了结心灵之苦楚与肉体之百患,
那么, 此结局是可盼的!
死去, 睡去...
但在睡眠中可能有梦, 啊, 这就是个阻碍:
当我们摆脱了此垂死之皮囊,
在死之长眠中会有何梦来临?
它令我们踌躇,
使我们心甘情愿的承受长年之灾,
否则谁肯容忍人间之百般折磨,
如暴君之政、骄者之傲、失恋之痛、法章之慢、贪官之侮、或庸民之辱,
假如他能简单的一刃了之?
还有谁会肯去做牛做马, 终生疲於操劳,
默默的忍受其苦其难, 而不远走高飞, 飘於渺茫之境,
倘若他不是因恐惧身後之事而使他犹豫不前?
此境乃无人知晓之邦, 自古无返者。
所以,「理智」能使我们成为懦夫,
而「顾虑」能使我们本来辉煌之心志变得黯然无光, 像个病夫。
再之, 这些更能坏大事, 乱大谋, 使它们失去魄力。
{见到欧菲利亚}
哦, 小声。
美丽的欧菲利亚, 可爱的小姐, 在你的祈祷中可别忘了我的罪孽。
辜正坤 译
To be, or not to be —that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die —to sleep—
生存或毁灭, 这是个必答之问题:
是否应默默的忍受坎苛命运之无情打击,
还是应与深如大海之无涯苦难奋然为敌,
并将其克服。
此二抉择, 就竟是哪个较崇高?
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish' d. To die —to sleep.
死即睡眠, 它不过如此!
倘若一眠能了结心灵之苦楚与肉体之百患,
那么, 此结局是可盼的!
死去, 睡去...
To sleep —perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
但在睡眠中可能有梦, 啊, 这就是个阻碍:
当我们摆脱了此垂死之皮囊,
在死之长眠中会有何梦来临?
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
它令我们踌躇,
使我们心甘情愿的承受长年之灾,
否则谁肯容忍人间之百般折磨,
如暴君之政、骄者之傲、失恋之痛、法章之慢、贪官之侮、或庸民之辱,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death—
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns —puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
假如他能简单的一刃了之?
还有谁会肯去做牛做马, 终生疲於操劳,
默默的忍受其苦其难, 而不远走高飞, 飘於渺茫之境,
倘若他不是因恐惧身後之事而使他犹豫不前?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. —Soft you now!
此境乃无人知晓之邦, 自古无返者。
所以,「理智」能使我们成为懦夫,
而「顾虑」能使我们本来辉煌之心志变得黯然无光, 像个病夫。
再之, 这些更能坏大事, 乱大谋, 使它们失去魄力。
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d.
{见到欧菲利亚}
哦, 小声。
美丽的欧菲利亚, 可爱的小姐, 在你的祈祷中可别忘了我的罪孽。
辜正坤译
ANTONY
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men--
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
各位朋友，各位罗马人，各位同胞，请你们听我说；我是来埋葬凯撒，不是来赞美他。人们做了恶事，死后免不了遭人唾骂，可是他们所做的善事，往往随着他们的尸骨一齐入土；让凯撒也这样吧。尊贵的布鲁图斯已经对你们说过，凯撒是有野心的；要是真有这要是真有这样的事，那诚然是一个重大的过失，凯撒也为了它付出惨酷的代价了。现在我得到布鲁图斯和他的同志们的允许——因为布鲁图斯是一个正人君子，他们也都是正人君子——到这儿来在凯撒的丧礼中说几句话。他是我的朋友，他对我是那么忠诚公正；然而布鲁图斯却说他是有野心的，而布鲁图斯是一个正人君子。他曾经带许多俘虏回到罗马来，他们的赎金都充实了公家的财库；这可以说是野心者的行径吗？穷苦的人哀哭的时候，凯撒曾经为他们流泪；野心者是不应当这样仁慈的。然而布鲁图斯却说他是有野心的，而布鲁图斯是一个正人君子。你们大家看见在卢柏克节的那天，我三次献给他一顶王冠，他三次都拒绝；这难道是野心吗？然而布鲁图斯却说他是有野心的，而布鲁图斯的的确确是一个正人君子。我不是要推翻布鲁图斯所说的话，我所说的只是我自己所知道的事实。你们过去都曾爱过他，那并不是没有理由的；那么什么理由阻止你们现在哀悼他呢？唉，理性啊！你已经遁入了野兽的心中，人们已经失去辨别是非的能力了。原谅我；我的心现在是跟凯撒一起在他的棺木之内，我必须停顿片刻，等它回到我自己的胸腔里。