Roses and Rue1
玫瑰与芸香
奥斯卡王尔德 著
张炽恒 译
Could we dig up this long-buried treasure,
Were it worth the pleasure,
We never could learn loves song,
We are parted too long
但愿能掘开这久埋的宝藏，
若值得为之欢乐；
大家两个永远学不会爱之歌，
大家已分开太久长。
Could the passionate2 past that is fled
Call back its dead,
Could we live it all over again,
Were it worth the pain!
但愿那逃逸了的多情往昔
能唤回它已经过世的人物；
但愿大家能重活一次，
若值得为之痛苦！
I remember we used to meet
By an ivied seat,
And you warbled each pretty word
With the air of a bird;
记得昔日大家常相聚
在长满常春藤的的地方
你呢喃的话语声声悦耳，
神态像小鸟一样；
And your voice had a quaver in it,
Just like a linnet,
And shook, as the blackbirds throat
With its last big note;
你的声音里有一种颤音，
如红雀的歌声一般；
震颤着，如画眉舒展歌喉
临终高歌时的颤抖；
And your eyes, they were green and grey
Like an April day,
But lit into amethyst3
When I stooped and kissed;
你的眼睛，它们是灰绿，
像一个4月里的日子；
我俯身亲吻时，你的双眼
去蓦然亮成了紫水晶；
And your mouth, it would never smile
For a long, long while,
Then it rippled4 all over with laughter
Five minutes after.
你的小嘴，它笑而无声
只有短短的一瞬，
然后会充满它欢笑的声浪，
五分钟久久荡漾，
You were always afraid of a shower,
Just like a flower:
I remember you started and ran
When the rain began.
你一直害怕大雨，就像
花朵怕雨淋一样；
我记得，最初掉雨点你就
惊跳起来开溜。
I remember I never could catch you,
For no one could match you,
You had wonderful, luminous5, fleet,
Little wings to your feet.
我记得我一直抓不住你，
由于无人能配你；
美妙光辉迅捷的小翅膀
长在你的脚上。
I remember your hair - did I tie it?
For it always ran riot -
Like a tangled6 sunbeam of gold:
These things are old.
我记得你的头发我扎过它？
它一直乱成一团麻
像一束缠绕着的金色阳光：
这类事都是既往。
I remember so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane7
In the warm June rain;
那个房间我记得明确，
还有6月的暖雨里
敲打湿淋淋的窗格玻璃的
那些紫丁香花朵；
And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From the shoulders rose.
还有你的晨衣的颜色，
那是琥珀棕色，
两只黄色的缎子弯弓
从你肩头穹隆。
And the handkerchief of French lace
Which you held to your face-
Had a small tear left a stain?
Or was it the rain?
还有镶法国花边的手绢，
你把它贴向你的脸
留下痕迹的是一小滴泪？
还是一滴雨水？
On your hand as it waved adieu
There were veins8 of blue;
In your voice as it said good-bye
Was a petulant9 cry,
当你挥手作别，你手上
有蓝色的静脉伸张；
当你说再见，你声音里
有一种暴躁的叫嚷：
You have only wasted your life.
When I rushed through the garden gate
It was all too late.
你只不过浪费了你的生命。
（啊，这正是那刀子！）
当我冲出花园的大门，
所有都已经太迟。
Could we live it over again,
Were it worth the pain,
Could the passionate past that is fled
Call back its dead!
但愿大家能重活一次，
若值得为之痛苦，
但愿那逃逸了的多情往昔
能唤回它已经过世的人物！
Well, if my heart must break,
Dear love, for your sake,
It will break in music, I know,
Poets hearts break so.
唉，假如我的心需要
为你的原故而破碎，
我了解，它会碎出音乐，
诗人的心如此碎。
But strange that I was not told
That the brain can hold
In a tiny ivory cell
Gods heaven and hell.
但奇怪的是没人告诉我
脑袋能在一个
小小的象牙壳里，盛装
神的地狱和天堂。
