Kubla Khan
Samuel Taylor Coleridge


In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground

With walls and towers were girdled round:

And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

And here were forests ancient as the hills,

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.



But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

A savage place! as holy and enchanted

As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted

By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,

As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

A mighty fountain momently was forced:

Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst

Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,

Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:

And ’mid these dancing rocks at once and ever

It flung up momently the sacred river.

Five miles meandering with a mazy motion

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,

Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:

And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway on the waves;

Where was heard the mingled measure

From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,

A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!



A damsel with a dulcimer

In a vision once I saw:

It was an Abyssinian maid,

And on her dulcimer she played,

Singing of Mount Abora.

Could I revive within me

Her symphony and song,

To such a deep delight ’twould win me,

That with music loud and long,

I would build that dome in air,

That sunny dome! those caves of ice!

And all who heard should see them there,

And all should cry, Beware! Beware!

His flashing eyes, his floating hair!

Weave a circle round him thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread,

For he on honey-dew hath fed,

And drunk the milk of Paradise.

忽必烈汗
飞白译

忽必烈汗建立“上都”，
修起富丽的逍遥宫，
那儿有神河阿尔浮
流经深不可测的岩洞，
注入不见太阳的海中。
那儿有十哩方圆的沃土，
城墙、高塔四面围绕，
明媚的花园，曲折的小溪，
丁香、豆蔻芳华四溢，
树林像山丘一样古老，
环抱着阳光灿烂的草地。

但沿着松柏苍苍的山坡
急转直下，却是悬崖深谷！
一片荒芜！好像施过魔术，
会有女子在下弦月下出没，
为她的恶魔情人哀哭！
深谷里煮沸了一锅骚乱，
仿佛大地在急促地气喘，
一股强大的喷泉不时腾空，
在它一阵阵爆发之中
巨石弹起，如同冰雹，
如同谷粒在连枷之下蹦跳！
在这些石块的狂舞中，
有时神河也被高高抛起，
它扭成五哩蜿蜓的迷宫，
它穿过森林和谷地，
到达深不可测的岩洞，
喧哗着沉入死水洋底。
忽必烈汗远远谛听，在喧哗中
听到祖先的声音在预言战争！

逍遥宫的影子青幽，
在波浪之中漂流，
喷泉与岩洞交响，
构成韵律的重奏。
奇迹在此汇集，鬼斧神工，
阳光灿烂的宫和冰的岩洞！

我梦幻中看见
一个操琴的女郎——
阿比西尼亚姑娘，
她轻轻拨动琴弦，
把阿波拉山吟唱。
啊，但愿我能在心底
把她的乐曲和歌声复制。
那时我就会如醉如痴，
我只消用那悠扬的仙乐
就能重建那天宫瑶池，
那阳光灿烂的宫和冰的洞窟！
凡是聆听者都将目睹，
大家都将高呼：“当心！当心！
瞧他飘扬的头发，闪亮的眼睛！
我们要绕他巡行三圈，
在神圣的恐惧中闭上双眼，
因为他尝过蜜的露水，
饮过乐园里的乳泉。”