希腊古瓮颂(英音)

Ode on a Grecian Urn

by John Keats

请跟英语兔我一起读:

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,

你委身"寂静"的, 完美的处子,

Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,

受过了"沉默"和"悠久"的抚育,

Sylvan historian, who canst thus express

呵, 田园的史家,

A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:

你竟能铺叙一个如花的故事, 比诗还瑰丽:

What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape

在你的形体上, 岂非缭绕着古老的传说,

Of deities or mortals, or of both,

以绿叶为其边缘;

In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?

讲着人, 或神, 敦陂或阿卡狄?

What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?

呵, 是怎样的人, 或神!

What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?

在舞乐前多热烈的追求! 少女怎样地逃躲!

What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

怎样的风笛和鼓谣! 怎样的狂喜!

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Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

听见的乐声虽好, 但若听不见却更美;

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

所以, 吹吧, 柔情的风笛;

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,

不是奏给耳朵听, 而是更甜,

Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:

它给灵魂奏出无声的乐曲;

Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave

树下的美少年呵, 你无法中断你的歌,

Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;

那树木也落不了叶子;

Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,

卤莽的恋人, 你永远, 永远吻不上,

Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;

虽然够接近了——但不必心酸;

She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,

她不会老, 虽然你不能如愿以偿,

For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

你将永远爱下去, 她也永远秀丽!

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Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed

呵, 幸福的树木!

Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;

你的枝叶不会剥落, 从不曾离开春天;

And, happy melodist, unwearied,

幸福的吹笛人也不会停歇,

For ever piping songs for ever new;

他的歌曲永远是那么新鲜;

More happy love! more happy, happy love!

呵, 更为幸福的, 幸福的爱!

For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,

永远热烈, 正等待情人宴飨,

For ever panting, and for ever young;

永远热情地心跳, 永远年轻;

All breathing human passion far above,

幸福的是这一切超凡的情态:

That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,

它不会使心灵餍足和悲伤,

A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

没有炽热的头脑, 焦渴的嘴唇.

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Who are these coming to the sacrifice?

这些人是谁呵, 都去赶祭祀?

To what green altar, O mysterious priest,

这作牺牲的小牛, 对天鸣叫,

Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,

你要牵它到哪儿, 神秘的祭司?

And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?

花环缀满着它光滑的身腰.

What little town by river or sea shore,

是从哪个傍河傍海的小镇,

Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,

或哪个静静的堡寨山村,

Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?

来了这些人, 在这敬神的清早?

And, little town, thy streets for evermore

呵, 小镇, 你的街道永远恬静;

Will silent be; and not a soul to tell

再也不可能回来一个灵魂告诉人,

Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.

你何以是这么寂寥.

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O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede

哦, 希腊的形状! 唯美的观照!

Of marble men and maidens overwrought,

哦, 希腊的形状! 唯美的观照!

With forest branches and the trodden weed;

上面缀有石雕的男人和女人, 还有林木, 和践踏过的青草;

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought

沉默的形体呵, 你象是"永恒"使人超越思想:

As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!

呵, 冰冷的牧歌!

When old age shall this generation waste,

等暮年使这一世代都凋落, 只有你如旧;

Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe

在另外的一些忧伤中,

Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,

你会抚慰后人说:

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all

"美即是真, 真即是美, "

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

这就包括你们所知道, 和该知道的一切.