西    河

国殇之际

 

萧瑟地，拾耙极目无翠。

闲农老马倦催蹄，蹒跚不意。

半随心绪半随尘，遥遥欲行还寐。

 

疑梦白，似非坠。燎烟几缕移恣。

衰蒲垛上看氤氲，从来无遂。

古来征战易君臣，长皆颠倒如是。

 

隐约脉脉耳语似、小儿女，情愁无拟。

总是温柔长此。

对绸缪，不若征尘，暮霭沉碧都归、颓云里。

 

注：这首诗译得很费神。首先是三段体，不得不找一首长短合适的三叠词。难得《西河》长短合适，但是平仄颇为奇怪，也只好将就。其次，托马斯的隔行韵让我非常头疼因为词不能动辄转韵，我只好另想办法，在同韵中，选取现代汉语中读音不同的字来隔句压韵。恰好《西河》每段四韵，只好勉而为之。虽然以中文看去并不算好，但是我的水平也就到这了。

 

原诗：IN TIME OF "THE BREAKING OF NATIONS"

Thomas Hardy

Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk.

Only thin smoke without flame
From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
Through Dynasties pass.

Yonder a maid and her wight
Come whispering by:
War's annals will cloud into night
Ere their story die.

望  海  潮

思虑

 

北风遐迩，劳劳吹送，轻鸿几羽南来。

一样寂寥，翩如落木，秋思岂独楼台？

浪荡是形骸。看雕车过处，气吼余埃。

翦翦飞烟，回眸随尔任萧霾。

 

司南不理京淮。任旋停颠倒，定若悠哉。

安我浅忧，孑然怅立，三分念念谁裁？

觉不若无猜。待萍踪有迹，岂必填埋？

无奈如何向许，总是一番哀。

注：司南，即原诗中的磁针。京淮，泛指不论何处。

原诗：Suspense

 

The wind comes from the north

Blowing little flocks of birds

Like spray across the town

And a train roaring forth

Rushes stampeding down

South, with flying curds

of steam, from the darkening north

 

Whither I turn and set

Like a needle steadfastly,

Waiting ever to get

The news that she is free;

But ever fixed, as yet,

To the lode of her agony.

 

无韵调

 

自踏冬来顾小池，

苍苍日色带颓辞。

零丁落木足边腐，

半掩风流寂寞时。

 

顾盼流离应诉我？

疑如去日岁成迟。

闲来语笑徒相恼，

憔悴千般一种思。

 

怜问绛唇谁镀冷，

弥留生死古来羁。

涩然一笑浮光逝，

恍见缁鸦辗转欺。

 

世事如局皆莫解，

悲辛无尽自应痴。

薄阳人面萧萧树，

小叶残塘练入诗。

注：苍苍日色带颓辞，辞字在此用了双关，一来是神的谴责，而来也可单独理解，带着颓意离开。末段前两句有点意译。

 

原诗：Neutral Tones

WE stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod,
　—They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.

Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove 5
Over tedious riddles solved years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro—
　On which lost the more by our love.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die; 10
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
　Like an ominous bird a-wing….

Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree, 15
　And a pond edged with grayish leaves.