朗费罗诗歌1

Slave's Dream, 奴隶之梦 --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Beside the ungathered rice he lay,

His sickle in his hand;

His breast was bare, his matted hair

Was buried in the sand.

Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep,

He saw his Native Land.

他躺在未收割的稻田边，

手持割镰；

他赤背露胸，头发蓬乱

沙粒埋其间。

又一次，在薄雾和睡意朦胧之中，

他见到了故国家园。

Wide through the landscape of his dreams

The lordly Niger flowed;

Beneath the palm-trees on the plain

Once more a king he strode;

And heard the tinkling caravans

Descend the mountain-road.

尼日尔旖旎的风光

在他的梦中流淌；

草原的棕榈树下，

他又一次当了国王；

他听到大篷车队

沿路下山丁丁当当。

He saw once more his dark-eyed queen

Among her children stand;

They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks,

They held him by the hand!--

A tear burst from the sleeper's lids

And fell into the sand.

他又一次看到黑眼睛的王后

站在她的孩子中间；

他们抱住他的脖子，吻他的面，

还把他的手拉！--

泪珠从睡眠者的眼睑滚下

滴入地上的沙。

And then at furious speed he rode

Along the Niger's bank;

His bridle-reins were golden chains,

And, with a martial clank,

At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel

Smiting his stallion's flank.

然后他沿着尼日尔海岸

极速策马向前；

他的马缰是条金链，

带着威武的铿锵声，

每次跳跃他能感觉钢制剑鞘

重重击打在战马的侧面。

Before him, like a blood-red flag,

The bright flamingoes flew;

From morn till night he followed their flight,

O'er plains where the tamarind grew,

Till he saw the roofs of Caffre huts,

And the ocean rose to view.

像一面血红的旗帜，

鲜亮的火烈鸟飞在他的前面；

他跟随它们飞翔，从早到晚，

罗望子长满一望无际的草原，

直到卡非人的屋顶闯入他的视线，

大洋的景色升起在他眼前。

At night he heard the lion roar,

And the hyena scream,

And the river-horse, as he crushed the reeds

Beside some hidden stream;

And it passed, like a glorious roll of drums,

Through the triumph of his dream.

夜晚他听到狮子的吼声，

和鬣狗的吠叫；

当他在暗溪边踩碎芦苇，

河马从旁经过，

其吼如鼓声雷动，

回荡在他的凯旋之梦。

The forests, with their myriad tongues,

Shouted of liberty;

And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud,

With a voice so wild and free,

That he started in his sleep and smiled

At their tempestuous glee.

森林，用它们无数的舌头，

呼喊着自由；

沙漠风暴用狂野无羁的声音，

大声吼叫；

他从睡眠中起身，

笑对它们暴风雨般的欢欣。

He did not feel the driver's whip,

Nor the burning heat of day;

For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep,

And his lifeless body lay

A worn-out fetter, that the soul

Had broken and thrown away!

他没感到奴役者的皮鞭，

也没感到烈日炎炎；

因为死神已照亮了沉睡的土地，

他毫无生气的肉体

戴着磨旧的脚镣，

而灵魂已破碎，已被抛掉！