入睡美文（24）西风颂(2)
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Ode to the West Wind
西风颂
雪莱
III 第三节
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lull’d by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae’s bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave’s intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantic’s level powers
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!
是你，你将蓝色的地中海唤醒
而它曾经昏睡了一整个夏天，
被澄澈水流的回旋催眠入梦，
就在巴亚海湾的一个浮石岛边，
它梦见了古老的宫殿和楼阁
在水天辉映的波影里抖颤，
而且都生满青苔、开满花朵，
那芬芳真迷人欲醉！呵，为了给你
让一条路，大西洋的汹涌的浪波
把自己向两边劈开，而深在渊底
那海洋中的花草和泥污的森林
虽然枝叶扶疏，却没有精力
听到你的声音，它们已吓得发青，
一边颤栗，一边自动萎缩：哦，你听！
IV 第四节
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seem’d a vision; I would ne’er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chain’d and bow’d
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
我若是一片落叶随你飘腾；
我若是一朵流云伴你飞行；
或是一个浪头在你的威力下翻滚
如果我能有你的锐势和冲劲
即使比不上你那不羁的奔放
我若能像在少年时，凌风而舞
便成了你的伴侣，悠游天空
（因为呵，那时候，要想追你上云霄，
似乎并非梦幻），又何至沦落到这等颓丧
祈求你来救我之急。
哦，举起我吧，当我是水波、树叶、浮云！
我跌在人生的荆棘上，我在流血！
这被岁月的重轭所制服的生命
原是和你一样：骄傲、轻捷而不驯。
V 第五节
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like wither’d leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguish’d hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawaken’d earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! Oh Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
把我当作你的竖琴，当作那树丛：
尽管我的叶落了，那有什么关系！
你那非凡和谐的慷慨激越之情
定能从森林和我同奏出深沉的秋韵，
甜美而带苍凉。给我你迅猛的劲头，
狂暴的精灵！化成我吧，借你的锋芒！
请把我尘封的思想散落在宇宙
让它像枯叶一样促成新的生命！
哦，请听从这一篇符咒似的诗歌，
就把我的心声，像是灰烬和火星
从还未熄灭的炉火向人间播散！
让预言的喇叭通过我的嘴巴
把昏睡的大地唤醒吧！哦，西风啊，
如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗？