《西罗普郡一少年》： 48: 安静，我的灵魂，安静，你拿的武器弱不可挡 Ohjuice2022-09-18 02:22:54

《西罗普郡一少年》

XLVIII

第四十八首

安静，我的灵魂，安静，你拿的武器弱不可挡

Be Still, My Soul, Be Still; the Arms You Bear Are Brittle

 

英国   A. E. 豪斯曼原著

Alfred Edward Housman (1859 – 1936)

徐家祯翻译

 

 

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,

        Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.

Think rather, — call to thought, if now you grieve a little,

        The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.

 

Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry

        I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;

Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:

        Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.

 

Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,

        I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.

Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:

        Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.

 

Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;

        All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:

Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation —

        Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?

 

安静，我的灵魂，安静，你拿的武器弱不可挡，

         大地和高高的天空形成于远古，稳定坚强，

还是想想， —— 要是你感到忧愁，呼唤思想，

         我们安息的日子，哦，灵魂呀，曾是多么久长。

 

那时人不善良，但采石矿内黑暗无光，

         我熟睡，无视；流泪，却不是为了忧伤；

汗水流淌，鲜血飞溅，我不感到遗憾，

         我安然自得，因为那时我还没有出生世上。

 

现在，我冥思苦索，却百思不得其解，

         我漫步大地，吸吮空气，感受阳光。

安静吧，安静，我的灵魂，只不过一个季节：

         让我们忍受一个时辰，看着不公平的现象。

 

啊，看，高高的天空和大地的烦恼都固若金汤；

         所有撕心裂肺的想法都是痴心妄想：

恐惧和嘲弄，仇恨和害怕，还有愤怒 ——

         哦，为何我要醒来？何时我能重入梦乡？

 

                               二0二二年六月十七日

                               译于澳大利亚刻来佛寺爱闲堂