罗伯特·勃朗宁的爱情诗-执子之手,与子偕老

Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be.-------------------------------------------Rober BrowningGrow old along with me! 执子之手与子偕老The best is yet to be, 佳期未至The last of life, for which the first was made: 结局寓于起始Our times are in His hand 神掌控我们的时代Who saith "A whole I planned, 他说——我设定的人生之谜Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!'' 青春只能回答一半相信我不要害怕”Not that, amassing flowers, 缱绻的花Youth sighed "Which rose make ours, 哀叹着——玫瑰盛开Which lily leave and then as best recall" 百合谢幕繁华终归于回忆Not that, admiring stars, 艳羡的星It yearned "Nor Jove, nor Mars; 呐喊着——木星火星Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!" 愿我的光焰如火让它们黯然！Not for such hopes and fears 此般的奢望或恐惧Annulling youth's brief years, 并不能消减爱情的信仰Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark! 我高呼——你们错了Rather I prize the doubt 怀疑本身才是毒品Low kinds exist without, 怀疑是无所不在的风Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark. 怀疑是冰冷的岩土Poor vaunt of life indeed, 推开天真和想象Were man but formed to feed 生活迎面而来On joy, to solely seek and find and feast: 寻觅美是欢愉的Such feasting ended, then 但欢愉不是一切As sure an end to men; 人是忧郁的Irks care the crop-full bird Frets doubt the maw-crammed beast 不能像鸟兽般无忧Rejoice we are allied 我们崇尚享乐To That which doth provide 只麻醉And not partake, effect and not receive! 不聆听只操控不理解的欢乐A spark disturbs our clod; 所以我们开始质疑Nearer we hold of God 接着我们信神Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe. 对我们永久付出的神我必须信Then, welcome each rebuff 然后用微笑That turns earth's smoothness rough, 回应让世界混沌的冷漠Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! 每一份痛楚请远走Be our joys three-parts pain! 让幸福压过苦难！Strive, and hold cheap the strain; 尽情耕耘藐视困顿Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe! 不畏痛楚地聚集知识和勇气For thence,—a paradox 人生是个悖论Which comforts while it mocks,—安慰和讽刺同行Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: 塞翁失马祸福焉知What I aspired to be, 曾经的心愿And was not, comforts me: 不能实现也是件好事A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale. 我本可能是猛兽但我不会堕落What is he but a brute 他是兽Whose flesh has soul to suit, 谁的灵和肉一样凶残Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play 谁的道德捆绑住自己的恶的手脚To man, propose this test—把这实验Thy body at its best, 投放给人How far can that project thy soul on its lone way 孤独的时候人将是恶的俘虏Yet gifts should prove their use: 人理应运用天赋I own the Past profuse 过去的日子是好的Of power each side, perfection every turn: 才华簇拥力臻完美Eyes, ears took in their dole, 眼耳各司其职Brain treasured up the whole; 灵魂是它们的主宰Should not the heart beat once "How good to live and learn" 心灵应该渴求生与遇Not once beat "Praise be Thine! 但心灵不应贪求赞许I see the whole design, 摆在眼前的世界是神的设计I, who saw power, see now love perfect too: 是神的力量爱的完美Perfect I call Thy plan: 作品般的完美Thanks that I was a man! 感谢神赐予我人的生命Maker, remake, complete,—I trust what Thou shalt do!" 创造重建完善——都是人的使命For pleasant is this flesh; 感官可以给予的乐趣Our soul, in its rose-mesh 并不是玫瑰网里沉睡着的灵魂最爱的Pulled ever to the earth, still yearns for rest; 灵魂渴望安宁和休息Would we some prize might hold 也许加上一道助力To match those manifold 我们就能掌控心灵之恶Possessions of the brute,—gain most, as we did best! ——我们应该尽力而为Let us not always say, 别总是说"Spite of this flesh to-day 虽然今天风华正茂I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" 却一无所有As the bird wings and sings, 听听鸟兽的欢鸣Let us cry "All good things 让我们乐观地Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!" 关注我们已有的不要光听取心声也享受感官的愉悦！Therefore I summon age 这里我要祈祷年华To grant youth's heritage, 保留一些青春的痕迹Life's struggle having so far reached its term: 人生已多风雨Thence shall I pass, approved 我的经历告诉我A man, for aye removed 就算拥有了最高尚的灵魂From the developed brute; a god though in the germ 心灵之恶还是会在血液中残留And I shall thereupon 因此我Take rest, ere I be gone 在休憩之后Once more on my adventure brave and new: 重上征程Fearless and unperplexed, 无畏无惧When I wage battle next, 和自己打了一仗What weapons to select, what armour to indue. 自己决定选什么武器选什么爱Youth ended, I shall try 青春落幕之时My gain or loss thereby; 得失自知Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold: 浴火不灭的才是黄金And I shall weigh the same, 此生的毁誉Give life its praise or blame: 都是一种获得Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old. 青春是喧哗的更成熟才能看清For note, when evening shuts, 夜幕降临之时A certain moment cuts 也切断一些时间The deed off, calls the glory from the grey: 过去的荣耀在灰暗中升起A whisper from the west 西边传来的耳语Shoots—"Add this to the rest, 轻声念出——又是一天Take it and try its worth: here dies another day." 抓住明天——又一个今天过去了So, still within this life, 仍在此生Though lifted o'er its strife, 虽然纠缠于纷扰之中Let me discern, compare, pronounce at last, 让我一次看清楚This rage was right i' the main, 愤怒是否正确That acquiescence vain: 面对着所谓的失败The Future I may face now I have proved the Past." 认定了过去才能面对未来For more is not reserved 想要的还没有来To man, with soul just nerved 现实使心灵变得敏感To act to-morrow what he learns to-day: 但明天总会比今天更好Here, work enough to watch 细心学习The Master work, and catch 前人的作品把握好Hints of the proper craft, tricks of the tool's true play. 对的方法人生的奥秘As it was better, youth 年轻人Should strive, through acts uncouth, 应该奋斗虽然可能笨拙Toward making, than repose on aught found made: 创造自己的世界So, better, age, exempt 所以年华并不能让我们退缩From strife, should know, than tempt 而是让我们前行Further. Thou waitedst age: wait death nor be afraid! 虽然终有一死但并不害怕Enough now, if the Right 如果现在And Good and Infinite 正义和无限Be named here, as thou callest thy hand thine own 都摆在眼前双手也是我们自己所有With knowledge absolute, 带着无畏的知识Subject to no dispute 驱散愚昧的争执From fools that crowded youth, nor let thee feel alone. 驱散青春的迷惘Be there, for once and all, 这些智慧Severed great minds from small, 哺育了哲人Announced to each his station in the Past! 让他们活得非凡Was I, the world arraigned, 就算全世界与我为敌Were they, my soul disdained, 就算我和别人不同Right Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last! 也让我给世界安详的真相Now, who shall arbitrate 谁能给出答案Ten men love what I hate, 我的观点与世人相悖Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; 对我的观点嗤之以鼻Ten, who in ears and eyes 我和世人并没有什么不同Match me: we all surmise, 但我们都不能确定They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe 对于真理只能听从自己的心声Not on the vulgar mass 并不是芸芸众生Called "work," must sentence pass, 所说的那种劳作Things done, that took the eye and had the price; 付出均有其价值O'er which, from level stand, 甚至超越世俗的评价The low world laid its hand, 造物自有其准则Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice: 在瞬息之间作出判断But all, the world's coarse thumb 造物之手And finger failed to plumb, 绣满耕作的纹路So passed in making up the main account; 穿梭在创作之中All instincts immature, 天真愚昧All purposes unsure, 暧昧懦弱That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount: 是人性却不是造物的本意Thoughts hardly to be packed 与行动相比Into a narrow act, 情感复杂得难以想象Fancies that broke through language and escaped; 逃逸出言语之外的幻想All I could never be, 藏着我的梦All, men ignored in me, 和我的可能性This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped. 这是造物赐予我的天分Ay, note that Potter's wheel, 造物应被喻为That metaphor! and feel 温柔的匠人Why time spins fast, why passive lies our clay,—时光飞逝轻狂不再Thou, to whom fools propound, 而年华流转When the wine makes its round, 谁都知道"Since life fleets, all is change; the Past gone, seize to-day!" “年华瞬息万变活在当下！”Fool! All that is, at all, 但那些都只是纷繁的往事Lasts ever, past recall; 和绚烂的回忆Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: 世界变了但神和灵不变What entered into thee, 神注入的精神That was, is, and shall be: 是永恒的Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure. 任时间变换He fixed thee mid this dance 神让我们找到自我Of plastic circumstance, 并给我们信念This Present, thou, forsooth, wouldst fain arrest: 今天真的能留住快乐Machinery just meant 外在的力量To give thy soul its bent, 只是无谓的风雨Try thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently impressed. 让我们向前让我们经历What though the earlier grooves, 虽然过去的回忆Which ran the laughing loves 编织了绚丽的爱Around thy base, no longer pause and press 围绕着你永不停息What though, about thy rim, 你的坚韧Skull-things in order grim 有力的勇气Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress 为何还臣服于世俗压力之下Look not thou down but up! 不应该崇拜你To uses of a cup, 创作的神力The festal board, lamp's flash and trumpet's peal, 神迹，灯光，钟鼓之乐The new wine's foaming flow, 新酒的泡沫The Master's lips a-glow! 圣人的微笑Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what need'st thou with earth's wheel 你——神的宠儿不应受命运的约束But I need, now as then, 但我仍和曾经一样需要你Thee, God, who mouldest men; ——造物的神And since, not even while the whirl was worst, 从巨轮旋转开始Did I,—to the wheel of life 为命运纷繁的声色With shapes and colours rife, 而晕眩着迷Bound dizzily,—mistake my end, to slake Thy thirst: ——用我的牺牲满足你的渴望So, take and use Thy work: 因此珍视你的劳作Amend what flaws may lurk, 改正最细小的瑕疵What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim! 清除迷惑你的障碍My times be in Thy hand! 我的时代在你的手心Perfect the cup as planned! 让你的世界更灿烂Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same! 让岁月铭记青春年华生死是生命之常。