英漢對(duì)照|王爾德詩(shī)選：辯護(hù)詞

Apologia

Is it thy will that I should wax and wane,

Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey,

And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain

Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day?



Is it thy will—Love that I love so well—

That my Soul's House should be a tortured spot

Wherein, like evil paramours, must dwell

The quenchless flame, the worm that dieth not?



Nay, if it be thy will I shall endure,

And sell ambition at the common mart,

And let dull failure be my vestiture,

And sorrow dig its grave within my heart.



Perchance it may be better so—at least

I have not made my heart a heart of stone,

Nor starved my boyhood of its goodly feast,

Nor walked where Beauty is a thing unknown.



Many a man hath done so; sought to fence

In straitened bonds the soul that should be free,

Trodden the dusty road of common sense,

While all the forest sang of liberty,



Not marking how the spotted hawk in flight

Passed on wide pinion through the lofty air,

To where the steep untrodden mountain height

Caught the last tresses of the Sun God's hair.



Or how the little flower he trod upon,

The daisy, that white-feathered shield of gold,

Followed with wistful eyes the wandering sun

Content if once its leaves were aureoled.



But surely it is something to have been

The best belovèd for a little while,

To have walked hand in hand with Love, and seen

His purple wings flit once across thy smile.



Ay! though the gorgèd asp of passion feed

On my boy's heart, yet have I burst the bars,

Stood face to face with Beauty, known indeed

The Love which moves the Sun and all the stars!

辯護(hù)詞

莫非是你的意愿讓我時(shí)弱時(shí)強(qiáng)，

用我的一襲金衣交換灰色粗呢，

按照你的心愿去編織痛苦之網(wǎng)，

每根燦爛的網(wǎng)線是我虛擲的時(shí)日？



莫非是你的意愿——愛(ài)我至深的愛(ài)——

我靈魂的居所是一個(gè)拷刑場(chǎng)，

其中居住著如同奸夫淫婦的

不滅的烈火和不死的蠕蟲(chóng)。



不，倘若是你的意愿，我將忍受，

把我的雄心拿去公共市場(chǎng)出售，

讓陰郁的失敗成為我的衣衫，

讓悲哀在我的心臟發(fā)掘它的墳?zāi)埂?br />


或許那樣更好——至少我不至于

把自己的心臟變作一塊石頭，

不讓美食的少年時(shí)光為饑餓所苦，

不去涉足美不知為何物的場(chǎng)所。



許多人如此這般做了；渴望用藩籬

來(lái)拘禁本應(yīng)自由的靈魂；

踩踏布滿塵埃的常識(shí)之路，

而所有森林正在為自由而歌吟，



卻沒(méi)有注意染上污點(diǎn)的兀鷹

伸展寬大的翅膀穿越蒼茫的天空，

抵達(dá)人跡罕至的巍峨高峰，

這高峰握有太陽(yáng)神最后一縷發(fā)絲。



或者他怎樣蹂躪了小小的花朵，

雛菊，那飾有白羽的金盾，

以渴望的眼神追隨漫游的太陽(yáng)，

一旦花葉蒙上光暈便喜不自勝。



而這純?nèi)皇侨碎g至美的盛事一樁，

成為最受鐘愛(ài)者，哪怕只是片刻，

與愛(ài)神手拉手漫步，親眼目睹

他紫色的翅膀輕輕掠過(guò)你的微笑。



哦！盡管饕餮的激情毒蛇吞噬

我少年的心，我畢竟掙脫了牢籠，

與美面對(duì)面地站立，真切地體會(huì)了

那驅(qū)動(dòng)太陽(yáng)和眾星的愛(ài)！