心儿灌水--勃朗宁夫人十四行诗

贺兰心儿

歌手，疲乏地靠着柏树，吟叹在
A poor, tired, wandering singer, ... singing through
茫茫的黑暗里。圣油搽在你头上－－
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?

贺兰心儿

可怜我，头上承受着凉透的夜露。
The chrism is on thine head, -- on mine, the dew, --
只有死，才能把这样的一对扯个平。
And Death must dig the level where these agree.

贺兰心儿

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白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第四首

Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
你曾经受到邀请，进入了宫廷，
Most gracious singer of the high poems! where
　温雅的歌手！你唱着崇高的诗篇；

贺兰心儿

The dancers will break footing, from the care
　贵客们停下舞步，为了好瞻仰你，
Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more.
期待那丰满的朱唇再吐出清音；

贺兰心儿

And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor
而你却抽起我的门闩，你果真
For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear
　不嫌它亵渎了你的手？没谁看见，

贺兰心儿

To let thy music drop here unaware
　你甘让你那音乐飘落在我门前，
In folds of golden fulness at my door?
叠作层层金声的富丽？你忍不忍？

贺兰心儿

Look up and see the casement broken in,
你往上瞧，看这窗户都被闯破－－
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
　是蝙蝠和夜莺的窠巢盘踞在顶梁，
My cricket chirps against thy mandolin.
是啾啾的蟋蟀在跟你的琵琶应和！

贺兰心儿

Hush, call no echo up in further proof
　住声，别再激起回声来加深荒凉！
Of desolation! there's a voice within
那里边有一个哀音，它必须深躲，
That weeps ... as thou must sing ... alone, aloof.
　在暗里哭泣－－正象你应该当众歌唱。

贺兰心儿

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白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第五首

我肃穆地端起了我沉重的心，
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
象当年希腊女儿捧着那坛尸灰；
As once Electra her sepulchral urn,

贺兰心儿

眼望着你，我把灰撒在你脚下。
And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn
请看呀，有多大一堆悲哀埋藏在
The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see