10.雪莱：如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗？

《西风颂》雪莱“三大颂”诗歌中的一首，写于1819年。诗人用优美而蓬勃的想象写出了西风的形象。

Ode to the West Wind
西风颂　
第一节
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes:O thou
Who chariltest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odors plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and presserver; hear, oh, hear!
你是秋的呼吸，啊，奔放的西风；
你无形地莅临时，残叶们逃亡，
它们像回避巫师的成群鬼魂：
黑的、惨红的、铅灰的，还有蜡黄，
患瘟疫而死掉的一大群。啊，你，
送飞翔的种籽到它们的冬床，
它们躺在那儿，又暗、又冷、又低，
一个个都像尸体埋葬于墓中，
直到明春你青空的妹妹吹起
她的号角，唤醒了大地的迷梦，
驱羊群似地驱使蕾儿吐馨，
使漫山遍野铺上了姹紫嫣红；
你周流上下四方，奔放的精灵，
是破坏者，又是保护者；听呀听！

第二节
Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shedd,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
angels of rain and lightning:there are spread
On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the Zenith's height,
The locks of the approaching storm.Thou dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapoursr, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire , and hail will burst :oh, hear!
你在动乱的太空中掀起激流，
那上面飘浮着落叶似的云块，
掉落自天与海的错综的枝头：
它们是传送雨和闪电的神差。
你那气流之浪涛的碧蓝海面，
从朦胧的地平线到天的顶盖，
飘荡着快来的暴风雨的发辫，
像美娜德头上金黄色的乱发
随风飘动；你为这将逝的残年，
唱起挽歌；待到夜的帷幕落下，
将成为这一年的巨冢的圆顶，
你用凝聚的云雾为它作支架，
而从这浓云密雾中，将会涌迸：
电火、冰雹和黑的雨水；啊你听！

第三节
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and fowers
Quivering within the eave's intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble and esepoil themselves:oh, hear!
你也把青青的地中海水唤醒，
他原在贝宜湾的一个浮岛边，
沉醉于他夏日幻梦里的美景，
被一圈圈晶莹的涟漪所催眠，
他梦见了古老的宫殿和楼阁
荡漾于更明朗皎洁的水中天，
满披着翡翠似的苔藓和花朵，
花朵多芬芳，那气息使人醉迷；
浩瀚的大西洋本来平静无波，
随着你的脚步而裂开；在海底，
那些枝叶没有浆汁的湿树林，
还有海花，听到你来临的声息，
便突然地变色，它们大吃一惊，
瑟瑟地发抖，纷纷调谢。啊你听！

第四节
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee:
A wave to pant beneath thy power , and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as im my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderigs over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave , a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too lke thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
如果我是任你吹的落叶一片；
如果我是随着你飞翔的云块；
如果是波浪，在你威力下急喘，
享受你神力的推动，自由自在，
几乎与你一样，啊，你难制的力！
再不然，如果能回返童年时代，
常陪伴着你在太空任意飘飞，
以为要比你更神速也非幻想；
那我就不致处此窘迫境地，
向你苦苦求告：啊，快使我高扬，
像一片树叶、一朵云、一阵浪涛！
我碰上人生的荆棘，鲜血直淌！
时光的重负困着我，把我压倒，
我太像你了：难驯、迅速而骄傲。

第五节
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leavers are falling like its own!
The tmult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like witheered leaves to quicken a new birth!
And , by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, is from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes , can Spring be far behind?
把我当作你的琴，当作那树丛，
纵使我的叶子凋落又何妨？
在你怒吼咆哮的雄浑交响中，
将有树林和我的深沉的歌唱，
我们将唱出秋声，婉转而忧愁。
精灵呀，让我变成你，猛烈、刚强！
把我僵死的思想驱散在宇宙，
就像一片片枯叶，以鼓舞新生；
请你听从我这诗篇中的符咒，
把我的话传播给全世界的人，
犹如从不灭的炉中吹出火花！
请向未醒的大地，借我的嘴唇，
像号角般吹出一声声预言吧！
如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗？