The Windhover杰拉尔德·曼利·霍普金斯

飞白 译

to Christ our Lord

I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
今晨我遭遇晨之宠臣,昼光王
    dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
国的太子,黎明引升的斑隼,乘
    Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
摇荡平面在它下面的稳风,高空
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
迈步,瞧他盘旋驾着涟漪的翼之缰

In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
而忘我!接着荡,荡,向那边荡,
    As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
如冰刀掠一条光滑的弧;翔与冲
    Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
蔑视着大风。我的心在暗中
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
为鸟所动,——对实现和完成的渴望!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
粗野美,勇,行,风,傲,羽,一齐在这
    Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
弯折!于是从你迸发的烈火
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
化成亿万倍可爱可危,我的骑士啊!

   No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
这不奇怪: 劳作使犁沟闪烁,
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
蓝而冷的余烬,我亲爱的呵,
    Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
凋落,辱没,把金的红划破。


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