雙語(yǔ)詩(shī)歌翻譯：鄭敏·《冬日下午》

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冬日下午

鄭敏

畫畫的人睡去了，

讓大路躺在無(wú)色里。

或是它在沉思吧？

想一雙赤裸的軟腳，

一把花格遮陽(yáng)傘，

它的臉都白了——。

白楊哭訴：

“什么時(shí)候重有美麗呢，

風(fēng)不歌頌我了?！?/p>

烏鴉歇在石堡上，

天太低。

寂寞從枝梢滴下，

我走過(guò)睡著的美人，

她在等候薰風(fēng)。

有人輕輕觸我的臂肘，

輕輕牽我的衣袖，

是一雙怯怯的小手；

仿佛小聲說(shuō)

“不能看看她嗎？……”

于是我停腳回視：

大路上沒(méi)有行人。

一枝瘦弱的白薔薇

伸出矮籬

猶自顫抖……

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Apparition on a Winter Afternoon: A Painting

Zheng Min

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The painter has dozed off

And let the great road lie here colourless –

Perhaps lost in meditation,

Musing upon a pair of tender, naked feet

And a checkered parasol,

The road’s face has turned all white.

It tears the white willow complains,

“When will the beauty reappear?

The wind sings my praises no more.”

A crow reposes on a stone wall.

The sky hangs so low.

Loneliness drips from the branches.

I pass the lovely girl, drowsing,

Waiting for a fragrant breeze.

Someone lightly touches my elbow,

Gently tugs at my sleeve –

A pair of timid hands.

A tiny voice seems to say,

“Can’t you see me?”

Whereupon I stay my steps and turn back:

Not a soul on the road.

A branch of white rose, slender and fragile,

Reaches out through a low hedge,

Still trembling by itself.

（Herbert Batt and Sheldon Zitner 譯）