献给辛勤劳作者的赞美诗（诗歌翻译点评）
威廉•华兹华斯 Willian Wordsworth
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这是献给辛勤刈麦女、孤独歌者的赞美诗。诗人请路人止步，以免搅扰刈麦女孤独的歌唱；诗人求过客绕道，不要阻断劳作者倾吐心声。在诗人看来，这歌声比夜莺还要婉转，比杜鹃更加动听，在空谷远远荡漾，在脑海久久回响；在读者看来，诗作是现实高雅的变奏，是生活华彩的乐章。
孤独的割麦人
看那远处的麦地中间，
有一位孤独的高原姑娘！
不要靠近，悄悄躲开，
她独自一人在收割歌唱！
形只影单，边割边捆，
曲调带着寂寞忧伤；
听啊，那歌声悠悠，
把深遂的山谷震响。
夜莺难与她的歌声相比，
让精疲力竭的游人神清气爽；
即使身处阿拉伯燥热的沙漠，
也会感到绿洲的阴凉；
胜似春日杜鹃的啼号，
动人心魄，荡气回肠；
即使遥远的赫布利底群岛，
宁静的大海也会掀起巨浪。
她的歌声谁能听懂，
她的曲调谁会欣赏？
是在诉说哀怨的往事，
还是感叹古代的战场？
或者只是哼唱小曲，
絮叨每天每日的家常？
或者倾吐难免的失落、痛苦，
还有充满人生的悲伤？
尽管姑娘的歌唱无人听懂，
那歌声似乎无尽地悠长；
只见她一边吟唱一边割麦，
弓身弯腰，手中镰刀挥扬；
我摒气凝神,专心倾听，
不觉来到高高的山岗，
那歌声虽已戛然而止，
余音却还在心中久久回荡。
The Solitary Reaper
BEHOLD her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?—
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;—
I listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
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发表于 2015-5-9 10:22
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