标题: poem:The sea [打印本页] 作者: 笑仙人 时间: 11.5.2003 18:32
The Sea 海<br><br><br>(1)<br><br><br>The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea!海啊！海啊！辽阔的大海！<br><br><br>The blue, the fresh, the ever free! 碧蓝，清新，永远地自由自在！<br><br><br>Without a mark, without a bound, 没有标志，没有境界，<br><br><br>It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round; 它围绕着大地；<br><br><br>It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; 与云彩嬉戏，向苍穹嘲弄；<br><br><br>Or like a cradled creature lies. 间或婴儿似地静躺在摇篮里。<br><br><br>(2)<br><br><br>I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea! 我在海上！我在海上！<br><br><br>I am where I would ever be; 这儿是我永远愿待的地方；<br><br><br>With the blue above, and the blue below, 上有蓝蓝的天，下有蓝蓝的海，<br><br><br>And silence wheresoe'er I go; 处处都是一片寂寞，<br><br><br>If a storm should come and awake the deep,即使风浪将来唤醒大海，<br><br><br>What matter? I shall ride and sleep.有甚么关系？驾舟，就寝皆由我。<br><br><br>(3)<br><br><br>I love (oh! how I love) to ride 我乐于（啊！我多么乐于）航行，<br><br><br>On the fierce foaming bursting tide,在泡沫凶恶而崩裂的潮水上，<br><br><br>When every mad wave drowns the moon, 此时狂浪吞没了月影，<br><br><br>Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, 啸声高奏着风暴曲，<br><br><br>And tells how goes the world below, 倾诉底下的世界是何等模样，<br><br><br>And why the south-west blasts do blow. 西南风又为何而吹。<br><br><br>(4)<br><br><br>I never was on the dull tame shore 我从不留恋单调温驯的海岸，<br><br><br>but I lov'd the great Sea more and more, 只是愈来愈沉迷于海上，<br><br><br>And backwards flew to her billowy breast, 像鸟儿寻找母巢一般，<br><br><br>Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest; 忽忙地飞回那涛涛巨浪的怀抱；<br><br><br>And mother she was, and is to me; 对我而言她就是慈母；<br><br><br>For I was born on the open Sea! 因为我生长在海上！<br><br><br>by Bryan W. Procter, 1787-1874 <br><br>