英漢對照|王爾德詩選：玫瑰與蕓香

Roses and Rue

Ⅰ

I remember we used to meet

By a garden seat,

And you warbled each pretty word

With the air of a bird,



And your voice had a quaver in it

Just like a linnet,

And shook with the last full note

As the thrush's throat.



And your eyes, they were green and grey,

Like an April day,

But lit into amethyst

When I stooped and kissed.



And your hair—well, I never could tie it,

For it ran all riot

Like a tangled sunbeam of gold,

Great fold upon fold.

Ⅱ

You were always afraid of a shower,

(Just like a flower!);

I remember you started and ran

When the rain began.



I remember I never could catch you,

For no one could match you;

You had wonderful luminous fleet

Little wings to your feet.



Yet you somehow would give me the prize,

With a laugh in your eyes,

The rose from your breast, or the bliss

Of a single swift kiss



On your neck with its marble hue,

And its vein of blue—

How these passionate memories bite

In my heart as I write!

Ⅲ

I remember so well the room,

And the lilac bloom

That beat at the dripping pane

In the warm June rain.



And the colour of your gown,

It was amber-brown,

And two yellow satin bows

From the shoulders rose.



And the handkerchief of French lace

Which you held to your face—

Had a tear-drop left a stain?

Or was it the rain?



'You have only wasted your life.'—

(Ah! there was the knife!)

Those were the words you said,

As you turned your head.



I had wasted my boyhood, true,

But it was for you,

You had poets enough on the shelf,

I gave you myself!

Ⅳ

Well, if my heart must break,

Dear Love, for your sake,

It will break in music, I know;

Poets' hearts break so.

But strange that I was not told

That the brain can hold

In a tiny ivory cell

God's Heaven and Hell.

玫瑰與蕓香

1

我記得我們經常相會

在花園的長椅旁邊，

你說出每個可愛的單詞，

如同小鳥在空中啼囀，



你的嗓音有一絲震顫，

就像一只蹦跳的紅雀，

抖出最后一個圓滿的音符，

恰似畫眉鳥的歌喉。



你的美眸灰中帶綠，

像明媚的四月天，

當我俯身給它們一吻，

卻閃爍著紫晶的微光。



你的秀發(fā)，我也從不曾編結，

它們總在放肆奔跑，

仿佛相互糾纏的太陽光，

一層又一層地疊加。

2

你總是害怕拋頭露面，

（羞澀如一朵鮮花?。?br />
我記得某次雨水降臨，

你撒開腳丫就跑。



我記得我總攆不上你，

沒人能是你的對手；

你敏捷如同電光一閃，

雙腳長著一對小翅膀。



有時你也給我一點獎勵，

美眸蕩漾著笑意，

胸佩一朵玫瑰，或者飛速

遞過至福的親吻。



你的頸項有大理石的光澤，

隱現藍色的靜脈——

當我書寫的時候，我的心

忍受著激情的回憶噬咬。

3

我清楚地記得那房間，

盛開的紫丁香，

伴隨六月溫暖的雨水

輕輕撲打著小窗。



還有你長裙的顏色，

是深棕的琥珀色，

兩個小小的真絲蝴蝶結，

你香肩上的一朵玫瑰。



還有法蘭西風格的手帕，

經常依偎你的香腮——

是否留下一滴淚痕？

抑或是一個雨點？



“你只是在浪費自己的生命，”——

（哦！這可真是一把刀子?。?br />
這是你說出的一句話，

當你轉過你的身子。



我已浪費我少年的時光，誠然，

那是為你的緣故，

你的書架擺放著許多詩人，

我還是要把自己呈獻！

4

好吧，倘若我的心臟必須破碎，

我的親親，讓它為你而碎，

它將在音樂中消融，我明白；

詩人的心臟也是如此破碎。

但奇怪的是沒有人告訴過我，

人的頭腦只用一個

細小的牙雕，就容納了

上帝的天堂和地獄。