勃朗宁夫人十四行诗

（1）我想起，当年希腊的诗人曾经歌咏：I thought once how Theocritus had sung
年复一年，那良辰在殷切的盼望中Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
翩然降临，各自带一份礼物Who each one in a gracious hand appears
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand把这手伸向日光，象从前那样，
Serenely in the sunshine as before,而能约束自己不感到你的指尖
Without the sense of that which I forbore --碰上我的掌心。劫运教天悬地殊
你要守在我身旁，等风来把尘土Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow
扬起，把死灰吹活；爱呀，那戴在The grey dust up, ... those laurels on thine head,
你头上的桂冠可不能给你做屏障，O my Beloved, will not shield thee so,
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore我就一直徘徊在你的身影里。
Alone upon the threshold of my door在那孤独的生命的边缘，从今再不能
Of individual life, I shall command掌握自己的心灵，或是坦然地
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For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear 不嫌它亵渎了你的手？没谁看见，
To let thy music drop here unaware 你甘让你那音乐飘落在我门前，I
n folds of golden fulness at my door?叠作层层金声的富丽？你忍不忍？
惊愕的眼睛。你想，你是华宫里Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
后妃的上宾，千百双殷勤的明眸A guest for queens to social pageantries,
（哪怕挂满了泪珠，也不能教我的眼With gages from a hundred brighter eyes有这份光彩）
原不一样是我们的职司和前程。Unlike our uses and our destinies.
你我头上的天使，迎面飞来，Our ministering two angels look surprise
翅膀碰上了翅膀，彼此瞪着On one another, as they strike athwart
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。
--只有死，才能把这样的一对扯个平。And Death must dig the level where these agree.
（4）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；
请看呀，有多大一堆悲哀埋藏在The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see
我这心坎里；而在那灰暗的深处，What a great heap of grief lay hid [1] in me,
那惨红的灰烬又怎样在隐约燃烧。And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn
我看见，那欢乐的岁月、哀伤的岁月——The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
我自己的年华，把一片片黑影接连着Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
掠过我的身。紧接着，我就觉察A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,
（我哭了）我背后正有个神秘的黑影So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
在移动，而且一把揪住了我的发，Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
往后拉，还有一声吆喝（我只是在挣扎）：And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, --
保护你不让这一片火焰烧坏了That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred
那底下的发丝。快站远些呀，快走！The hair beneath. Stand further off then! go. [1] hid = hidden
（6）Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand舍下我，走吧。可是我觉得，从此
歌手，疲乏地*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?
可怜我，头上承受着凉透的夜露。The chrism is on thine head, -- on mine, the dew,
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land隔离了我们，却留下了你那颗心，
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine在我的心房里搏动着双重声响。
With pulses that beat double. What I do正象是酒，总尝得出原来的葡萄，
（5）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,
眼望着你，我把灰撒在你脚下。And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn
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；
And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor而你却抽起我的门闩，你果真
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！
请求你担任领唱。Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
那你干什么从那灯光辉映的纱窗里Of chief musician. What hast _thou_ to do
望向我？——我，一个凄凉、流浪的With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
上帝自己！我们中间还有一个One of us ... _that_ was God, ... and laid the curse
出来答话；那昏黑的诅咒落上So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce
我的眼皮，挡了你，不让我看见，My sight from seeing thee, -- that if I had died,
“这回是谁逮住了你？猜！”“死，”我答话。`Guess now who holds thee?' -- `Death.' I said. But, there
听哪，那银铃似的回音：“不是死，是爱！”（2）The silver answer rang, -- `Not Death, but love.'
有那么一天，天空滚到我俩中间，And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
我俩向星辰起誓，还要更加握紧。We should but vow the faster for the stars.
（3）我们原不一样，尊贵的人儿呀，Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
And what I dream include thee, as the wine我的起居和梦寐里，都有你的份。
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue当我向上帝祈祷，为着我自个儿
God for myself, He hears the name of thine,他却听到了一个名字、那是你的
；And sees within my eyes the tears of two. 又在我眼里，看见有两个人的眼泪。
就算我瞑了目，放上沉沉的“压眼钱”，The death-weights, placed there, would have signified
也不至于那么彻底隔绝。唉，Less absolute exclusion. `Nay' is worse
比谁都厉害，上帝的那一声“不行！”From God than from all others, O my friend!
要不然，世俗的诽谤离间不了我们，Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
任风波飞扬，也不能动摇那坚贞；Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend;
我们的手要伸过山岭，互相接触；Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars
分送给世人——年老或是年少。To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
当我这么想，感叹着诗人的古调，And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
穿过我泪眼所逐渐展开的幻觉，I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
可是在上帝的全宇宙里，总共才只But only three in all God's universe
三个人听见了你那句话：除了Have heard this word thou hast said, -- Himself, beside
讲话的你、听话的我，就是他——Thee speaking, and me listening! and replied
要是那点点火星给你鄙夷地Through the ashen greyness. If thy foot in scorn
一脚踏灭、还它们一片黑暗，Could tread them out to darkness utterly,
这样也好。可是，你偏不，It might be well perhaps. But if instead