Easter,1916
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1916年复活节
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| I have met them at close of day |
黄昏时候我还见过他们， |
| Coming with vivid faces |
一张张鲜活的脸，从 |
| From counter or desk among grey |
十八世纪的房间 |
| Eighteenth-century houses. |
桌子与柜台的后面而来。 |
| I have passed with a nod of the head |
我们擦肩而过，我点点头， |
| Or polite meaningless words, |
或是扯上一些闲话， |
| Or have lingered awhile and said |
或是耽搁片刻，交谈 |
| Polite meaningless words, |
纯粹出于礼貌。 |
| And thought before I had done |
而话未说完的时候 |
| Of a mocking tale or a gibe |
我突然想起一则趣闻， |
| To please a companion |
可在俱乐部的炉火旁边 |
| Around the fire at the club, |
给朋友讲来开心， |
| Being certain that they and I |
因我确信，他们和我 |
| But lived where motley is worn： |
无非如丑角一般生活： |
| All changed, changed utterly： |
而一切都变了，彻底变了， |
| A terrible beauty is born. |
一种可怕的美已经诞生。 |
| That woman's days were spent |
那女人把白天都耗费在 |
| In ignorant good-will, |
无知的善意里面， |
| Her nights in argument |
夜晚则与人争辩， |
| Until her voice grew shrill. |
直到嗓音发尖。 |
| What voice more sweet than hers |
而她也曾有年轻美丽的时候， |
| When, young and beautiful, |
骑马、打猎， |
| She rode to harriers? |
语声是动人的甜。 |
| This man had kept a school |
这男人曾经办过学校， |
| And rode our winged horse; |
曾经和我们共乘天马； |
| This other his helper and friend |
那一位是他的朋友， |
| Was coming into his force; |
将助他仔细谋划； |
| He might have won fame in the end, |
他有颗敏锐的心， |
| So sensitive his nature seemed, |
还有着大胆而崭新的思想， |
| So daring and sweet his thought. |
最终他也许能赢得名望。 |
| This other man I had dreamed |
我还想到一个人， |
| A drunken, vainglorious lout. |
那个虚荣的粗野的酒鬼， |
| He had done most bitter wrong |
他曾对我最爱的女人 |
| To some who are near my heart, |
做过最刻薄的事情， |
| Yet I number him in the song; |
而我，却仍在诗中提到他的名字； |
| He, too, has resigned his part |
他已辞去了在那场即兴喜剧中 |
| In the casual comedy; |
所扮演的角色； |
| He, too, has been changed in his turn, |
改变了，在他上场的时候 |
| Transformed utterly： |
被深刻地改变了， |
| A terrible beauty is born. |
一种可怕的美已经诞生。 |
| Hearts with one purpose alone |
所有人目标一致， |
| Through summer and winter seem |
夏天与冬天过后， |
| Enchanted to a stone |
似乎被魔法变成顽石 |
| To trouble the living stream. |
要阻拦活泼的溪流。 |
| The horse that comes from the road, |
大路上，奔驰的马 |
| The rider, the birds that range |
还有骑马的人，还有 |
| From cloud to tumbling cloud, |
飞翔在云层之间的鸟儿， |
| Minute by minute they change; |
不住地变幻； |
| A shadow of cloud on the stream |
溪流上，云影变幻， |
| Changes minute by minute; |
不住地变幻； |
| A horse-hoof slides on the brim, |
一只马蹄陷在溪流边上， |
| And a horse plashes within it; |
一匹马溅起了溪水， |
| The long-legged moor-hens dive, |
雉鸟跃进了溪水， |
| And hens to moor-cocks call; |
雌鸡呼唤着雄鸡； |
| Minute by minute they live： |
不住变幻的它们的生活， |
| The stone's in the midst of all. |
那顽石在这一切中间。 |
| Too long a sacrifice |
一场牺牲奉献也太久了， |
| Can make a stone of the heart. |
久得足以把心灵变成顽石。 |
| O when may it suffice? |
何时才能结束呢？ |
| That is Heaven's part, our part |
那是天意决定，而我们 |
| To murmur name upon name, |
只需低唤一个又一个名字， |
| As a mother names her child |
像母亲在呼唤她的孩子 |
| When sleep at last has come |
——当沉沉的睡意终于降临在 |
| On limbs that had run wild. |
跑累的肢体上的时候。 |
| What is it but nightfall? |
若不是夜色那会是什么？ |
| No, no, not night but death; |
不，不是夜色，是死亡， |
| Was it needless death after all? |
而那死亡是否值得？ |
| For England may keep faith |
因为，对于所做和所说的一切 |
| For all that is done and said. |
英国可能守信。 |
| We know their dream;enough |
我们知道他们的梦， |
| To know they dreamed and are dead; |
知道他们梦过，并已身死， |
| And what if excess of love |
这就足够；若过度的爱 |
| Bewildered them till they died? |
迷惑他们至死又如何？ |
| I write it out in a verse— |
我用诗笔记下一切—— |
| MacDonagh and MacBride |
麦克多纳和麦克布莱德， |
| And Connolly and Pearse. |
康诺利和皮尔斯等人， |
| Now and in time to be, |
无论现在、将来， |
| Wherever green is worn, |
只要有地方佩带绿色， |
| Are changed, changed utterly： |
他们都会改变，彻底改变， |
| A terrible beauty is born. |
一种可怕的美已经诞生。 |
