<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">西风颂-雪莱（中英版）</p><p class="ql-block">Ode to the West Wind</p><p class="ql-block">I</p><p class="ql-block">O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,</p><p class="ql-block">Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead</p><p class="ql-block">Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,</p><p class="ql-block">Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,</p><p class="ql-block">Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,</p><p class="ql-block">Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed</p><p class="ql-block">The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,</p><p class="ql-block">Each like a corpse within its grave, until</p><p class="ql-block">Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow</p><p class="ql-block">Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill</p><p class="ql-block">(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)</p><p class="ql-block">With living hues and odours plain and hill:</p><p class="ql-block">Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;</p><p class="ql-block">Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!</p><p class="ql-block">II</p><p class="ql-block">Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,</p><p class="ql-block">Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,</p><p class="ql-block">Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,</p><p class="ql-block">Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread</p><p class="ql-block">On the blue surface of thine aery surge,</p><p class="ql-block">Like the bright hair uplifted from the head</p><p class="ql-block">Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge</p><p class="ql-block">Of the horizon to the zenith's height,</p><p class="ql-block">The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge</p><p class="ql-block">Of the dying year, to which this closing night</p><p class="ql-block">Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,</p><p class="ql-block">Vaulted with all thy congregated might</p><p class="ql-block">Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere</p><p class="ql-block">Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!</p><p class="ql-block">III</p><p class="ql-block">Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams</p><p class="ql-block">The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,</p><p class="ql-block">Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,</p><p class="ql-block">Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,</p><p class="ql-block">And saw in sleep old palaces and towers</p><p class="ql-block">Quivering within the wave's intenser day,</p><p class="ql-block">All overgrown with azure moss and flowers</p><p class="ql-block">So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou</p><p class="ql-block">For whose path the Atlantic's level powers</p><p class="ql-block">Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below</p><p class="ql-block">The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear</p><p class="ql-block">The sapless foliage of the ocean, know</p><p class="ql-block">Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,</p><p class="ql-block">And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!</p><p class="ql-block">IV</p><p class="ql-block">If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;</p><p class="ql-block">If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;</p><p class="ql-block">A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share</p><p class="ql-block">The impulse of thy strength, only less free</p><p class="ql-block">Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even</p><p class="ql-block">I were as in my boyhood, and could be</p><p class="ql-block">The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,</p><p class="ql-block">As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed</p><p class="ql-block">Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven</p><p class="ql-block">As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.</p><p class="ql-block">Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!</p><p class="ql-block">I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!</p><p class="ql-block">A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd</p><p class="ql-block">One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.</p><p class="ql-block">V</p><p class="ql-block">Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:</p><p class="ql-block">What if my leaves are falling like its own!</p><p class="ql-block">The tumult of thy mighty harmonies</p><p class="ql-block">Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,</p><p class="ql-block">Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,</p><p class="ql-block">My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!</p><p class="ql-block">Drive my dead thoughts over the universe</p><p class="ql-block">Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!</p><p class="ql-block">And, by the incantation of this verse,</p><p class="ql-block">Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth</p><p class="ql-block">Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!</p><p class="ql-block">Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth</p><p class="ql-block">The trumpet of a prophecy! Oh Wind,</p><p class="ql-block">If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?</p><p class="ql-block">查良铮译本</p><p class="ql-block">西风颂</p><p class="ql-block">第一节</p><p class="ql-block">哦，狂暴的西风，秋之生命的呼吸！</p><p class="ql-block">《西风颂》封面</p><p class="ql-block">你无形，但枯死的落叶被你横扫，</p><p class="ql-block">有如鬼魅碰到了巫师，纷纷逃避：</p><p class="ql-block">黄的，黑的，灰的，红得像患肺痨，</p><p class="ql-block">呵，重染疫疠的一群：西风呵，是你</p><p class="ql-block">以车驾把有翼的种子催送到</p><p class="ql-block">黑暗的冬床上，它们就躺在那里，</p><p class="ql-block">像是墓中的死穴，冰冷，深藏，低贱，</p><p class="ql-block">直等到春天，你碧空的姊妹吹起</p><p class="ql-block">她的喇叭，在沉睡的大地上响遍，</p><p class="ql-block">（唤出嫩芽，像羊群一样，觅食空中）</p><p class="ql-block">将色和香充满了山峰和平原。</p><p class="ql-block">不羁的精灵呵，你无处不远行；</p><p class="ql-block">破坏者兼保护者：听吧，你且聆听！</p><p class="ql-block">第二节</p><p class="ql-block">没入你的急流，当高空一片混乱，</p><p class="ql-block">流云象大地的枯叶一样被撕扯</p><p class="ql-block">脱离天空和海洋的纠缠的枝干。</p><p class="ql-block">成为雨和电的使者：它们飘落</p><p class="ql-block">在你的磅礴之气的蔚蓝的波面，</p><p class="ql-block">有如狂女的飘扬的头发在闪烁，</p><p class="ql-block">从天穹的最遥远而模糊的边沿</p><p class="ql-block">直抵九霄的中天，到处都在摇曳</p><p class="ql-block">欲来雷雨的卷发，对濒死的一年</p><p class="ql-block">你唱出了葬歌，而这密集的黑夜</p><p class="ql-block">将成为它广大墓陵的一座圆顶，</p><p class="ql-block">里面正有你的万钧之力的凝结；</p><p class="ql-block">那是你的浑然之气，从它会迸涌</p><p class="ql-block">黑色的雨，冰雹和火焰：哦，你听！</p><p class="ql-block">第三节</p><p class="ql-block">是你，你将蓝色的地中海唤醒，</p><p class="ql-block">而它曾经昏睡了一整个夏天，</p><p class="ql-block">被澄澈水流的回旋催眠入梦，</p><p class="ql-block">就在巴亚海湾的一个浮石岛边，</p><p class="ql-block">它梦见了古老的宫殿和楼阁</p><p class="ql-block">在水天辉映的波影里抖颤，</p><p class="ql-block">而且都生满青苔、开满花朵，</p><p class="ql-block">那芬芳真迷人欲醉！呵，为了给你</p><p class="ql-block">让一条路，大西洋的汹涌的浪波</p><p class="ql-block">把自己向两边劈开，而深在渊底</p><p class="ql-block">那海洋中的花草和泥污的森林</p><p class="ql-block">虽然枝叶扶疏，却没有精力；</p><p class="ql-block">听到你的声音，它们已吓得发青：</p><p class="ql-block">一边颤栗，一边自动萎缩：哦，你听！</p><p class="ql-block">第四节</p><p class="ql-block">哎，假如我是一片枯叶被你浮起，</p><p class="ql-block">假如我是能和你飞跑的云雾，</p><p class="ql-block">是一个波浪，和你的威力同喘息，</p><p class="ql-block">假如我分有你的脉搏，仅仅不如</p><p class="ql-block">你那么自由，哦，无法约束的生命！</p><p class="ql-block">假如我能像在少年时，凌风而舞</p><p class="ql-block">便成了你的伴侣，悠游天空</p><p class="ql-block">（因为呵，那时候，要想追你上云霄，</p><p class="ql-block">似乎并非梦幻），我就不致像如今</p><p class="ql-block">这样焦躁地要和你争相祈祷。</p><p class="ql-block">哦，举起我吧，当我是水波、树叶、浮云！</p><p class="ql-block">我跌在生活底荆棘上，我流血了！</p><p class="ql-block">这被岁月的重轭所制服的生命</p><p class="ql-block">原是和你一样：骄傲、轻捷而不驯。</p><p class="ql-block">第五节</p><p class="ql-block">把我当作你的竖琴吧，有如树林：</p><p class="ql-block">尽管我的叶落了，那有什么关系！</p><p class="ql-block">你巨大的合奏所振起的音乐</p><p class="ql-block">将染有树林和我的深邃的秋意：</p><p class="ql-block">虽忧伤而甜蜜。呵，但愿你给予我</p><p class="ql-block">狂暴的精神！奋勇者呵，让我们合一！</p><p class="ql-block">请把我枯死的思想向世界吹落，</p><p class="ql-block">让它像枯叶一样促成新的生命！</p><p class="ql-block">哦，请听从这一篇符咒似的诗歌，</p><p class="ql-block">就把我的话语，像是灰烬和火星</p><p class="ql-block">从还未熄灭的炉火向人间播散！</p><p class="ql-block">让预言的喇叭通过我的嘴唇</p><p class="ql-block">把昏睡的大地唤醒吧！西风啊，</p><p class="ql-block">如果冬天来了,春天还会远吗?</p>