叶芝《白鸟》我的译本

陈烨

我愿，我的爱，我们是在海浪间飞翔的白鸟

流星陨落之时，我们已厌倦了它的光芒

黄昏里，蓝色的星星挂在低低的天幕上，幽幽地发着光

唤起我们心中那挥之不去的忧伤，我的爱

梦中有带着露珠的百合与玫瑰

它们的香气里有隐隐的不安

哦，我的爱，我梦的不是流星的光芒

也不是露水中蓝色星星残留的幽光

我梦的，是与你一同化做那海浪间飞翔的白鸟！

我幻想着仙岛与海岸

在那里我们不必担忧时光的流逝

也没有忧伤的烦扰

不留恋那些百合玫瑰与流星

我们是一双白鸟，我的爱，在海浪间翱翔

The White Birds

By William Butler Yeats

I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!

We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;

And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,

Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.

 

A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;

Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes, 

Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:

For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam:I and you!

 

I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore, 

Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;

Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames,would we be, 

Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!