连姆·尼森 | 朗读诗歌《1916年的复活节》

I have met them at close of day

Coming with vivid faces

From counter or desk among grey

Eighteenth-century houses.

I have passed with a nod of the head

Or polite meaningless words，

Or have lingered awhile and said

Polite meaningless words,

And thought before I had done

Of a mocking tale or a gibe

To please a companion

Around the fire at the club,

Being certain that they and I

But lived where motley is worn:

All changed, changed utterly:

A terrible beauty is born.

我曾在黄昏时分遇见他们， 

一张张鲜活的面容

从十八世纪灰暗的房子中

写字台和柜台的后面。 

擦肩而过时，我点点头

或客套地说些闲话， 

或偶尔有事耽误片刻 ——

纯粹出于礼貌的。 

而话未说完我就想到

一个讽刺故事或者趣闻，

为了在俱乐部拥火而坐

给伙伴将来开心， 因为我确信他们和我

不过像小丑一般生活：

一切都变了，那样彻底，

一种可怕的美已经诞生。

That woman's days were spent

In ignorant good-will,

Her nights is argument

Until her voice grew shrill.

What voice more sweet than hers

When, young and beautiful,

She rode to harriers?

This man had kept a school

And rode our wingèd horse;

This other his helper and friend

Was coming into his force;

He might have won fame in the end，

So sensitive his nature seemed,

So daring and sweet his thought.

那个女人把白天都耗费在

天真无知的善意里面，

 夜晚则是与人争辩

直到嗓音变尖。 

而她曾经也年轻动人，

骑着马儿去狩猎，

那时甜美的嗓音谁人能比？

这个男人曾开办学校，

还曾和我们共乘白马； 

另一个是他的助手和朋友，

与他联合帮他出谋划策，

也许他最终会赢得名声，

他天性敏感异常，

而且思想无畏而新颖。 

This other man I had dreamed

A drunken, vainglorious lout.

He had done most bitter wrong

To some who are near my heart,

Yet I number him in the song;

He, too, has resigned his part

In the casual comedy;

He, too, has been changed in his turn,

Transformed utterly:

A terrible beauty is born.

我所想到的另一个人

是个虚荣粗俗的酒鬼。

他曾对我心上的人儿

做过十分恶劣的事情，

我却仍把他写进诗中，

他也辞去了即兴的喜剧中

所扮演的那个角色；

在他上场时也改变了，

彻头彻尾地作了更改：

一种恐惧的美已经诞生。

 Hearts with one purpose alone

Through summer and winter seem

Enchanted to a stone

To trouble the living stream.

The horse that comes from the road,

The rider, the birds that range

From cloud to tumbling cloud,

Minute by minute they change;

A shadow of cloud on the stream

Changes minute by minute;

A horse-hoof slides on the brim,

And a horse plashes within it;

The long-legged moor-hens dive,

And hens to moor-cocks call;

Minute to minute they live;

The stone's in the midst of all.

众多的心目标一致，

在盛夏与严冬过后，

仿佛被魔法变为一块顽石

要把那活泼的溪流阻扰。

大路上奔驰而来的马匹，

骑马的人和那飞翔在云层间的鸟儿，

分秒不停地变幻；

溪流上飘着云彩的影子，

分秒不停地变幻；

一只马蹄陷入溪水边，

一匹马在溪中溅起水花，

长腿的雏鸡拍翅飞落，

雌鸡将雄鸡呼唤不止；

分分秒秒，它们生活：

那顽石便在这所有的中间。 

Too long a sacrifice

Can make a stone of the heart.

O when may it suffice?

That is Heaven's part, our part

To murmur name upon name,

As a mother names her child

When sleep at last has come

On limbs that had run wild.

What is it but nightfall?

No, no, not night but death;

Was it needless death after all?

For England may keep faith

For all that is done and said.

We know their dream; enough

To know they dreamed and are dead;

And what if excess of love

Bewildered them till they died?

I write it out in a verse ——

MacDonagh and MacBride

And Connolly and Pearse

Now and in time to be,

Wherever green is worn,

Are changed, changed utterly:

 A terrible beauty is born.

一场牺牲奉献得太久，

能把心灵化为一块顽石。

啊，何时才能结束？

那是天意，我们的命运

是轻唤出一个个的姓名，

正如母亲召唤她的孩子，

当沉迷的睡意最终来到

狂野地奔驰的肢体之上时。

除却夜色又会是什么？

不，并非黑夜而是死亡；

而这死亡是否值得？

因为英国或许会坚守信义，

对于所说的和所做的全部，

我了解他们的梦境，

了解他们曾梦过然后死亡，

够了，就算曾经有过多的爱

使他们困惑到死又如何？

我用诗笔一一写出——

麦克多纳和麦克布莱德，

还有康诺利和皮尔斯，

不管现在或是未来，

只要还有地方将绿色佩戴，

都会改变，彻底改变：

一种恐惧的美已经诞生。