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作者: 郁序新 时间: 2016-8-30 13:06
标题: 英诗中译：起床号作者：豪斯曼翻译：郁序新
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原始采用韵为：ABAB  CDCD  EFEF  GHGH  IJIJ  KLKL
愚译采用韵为：ABAB  CDCD  EFEF  GBGB  GDGD  HIIH

英诗中译：起床号
作者：阿尔弗莱德-爱德华-豪斯曼
翻译：Tulip

醒醒：银色夜幕把头调，
   漫向漆黑一片的海岸；
黎明的船只正在燃烧，
   朝向东方的边际搁浅。

醒醒：拱形的阴影零碎，
   践踏空悬欲坠的楼层；
黑夜的帐篷撕裂破碎，
   苍穹的大地草木丛生。

起来，小子，晚了别睡啦：
   听拂晓的鼓声在隆隆；
听空荡的车道在呜哇，
   “谁要离群山远去匆匆?”

城乡聚一起相互激励，
   前方灯塔明，钟楼召唤；
脚裹革制靴的小伙子
   从未饱尝生活的大餐。

起来，小子，把肌肉张弛，
   日照的草席绝无兴盛；
清晨懒床，白天贪睡痴，
   绝非活人在世的品性。

泥土依静，但血是流浪；
   呼吸是不耐久的器皿。
起来，小子，等旅程走尽，
   时间足够会给你梦香。

2016/8/30
译于苏州

Reveille
Alfred Edward Houseman

Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of darkness brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rim.

Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters,
Trampled to the floor in spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.

Up, lad, up, ‘tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty highways crying
  “Who’ll beyond the hills away?”

Towns and countries woo together,
Forelands beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.

Up, lad; thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and daylight slumber
Were not meant for man alive.

Clay lies still, but blood’s rover;
Breath’s ware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey’s over
There’ll be time enough to sleep.

Reveille  起床号
Alfred Edward Houseman

Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of darkness brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rim.

醒醒：银色夜幕把头调，
      漫向漆黑一片的海岸；
黎明的船只正在燃烧，
      朝向东方的边际搁浅。

Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters,
Trampled to the floor in spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.

醒醒：拱形的阴影零碎，
      践踏空悬欲坠的楼层；
黑夜的帐篷撕裂破碎，
      苍穹的大地草木丛生。

Up, lad, up, ‘tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty highways crying
  “Who’ll beyond the hills away?”

起来，小子，晚了别睡啦：
      听拂晓的鼓声在隆隆；
听空荡的车道在呜哇，
   “谁要离群山远去匆匆?”

Towns and countries woo together,
Forelands beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.

城乡聚一起相互激励，
   前方灯塔明，钟楼召唤；
脚裹革制靴的小伙子
   从未饱尝生活的大餐。

Up, lad; thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and daylight slumber
Were not meant for man alive.

起来，小子，把肌肉张弛，
   日照的草席绝无兴盛；
清晨懒床，白天贪睡痴，
   绝非活人在世的品性。

Clay lies still, but blood’s rover;
Breath’s ware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey’s over
There’ll be time enough to sleep.

泥土依静，但血是流浪；
   呼吸是不耐久的器皿。
起来，小子，等旅程走尽，
   时间足够会给你梦香。

2016/6/30
译于苏州

作者: 叶如钢 时间: 2016-9-1 21:59
点赞精彩翻译。丰富生动，韵律非常好。

作者: 郁序新 时间: 2016-9-2 10:22
谢谢好友的点赞！问好！

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