ououmama 2012-2-19 13:22
西 风 颂
雪莱
一
剽悍的西风啊, 你是暮秋的呼吸,
因你无形的存在, 枯叶四处逃窜,
如同魔鬼见到了巫师, 纷纷躲避;
那些枯叶, 有黑有白, 有红有黄,
像遭受了瘟疫的群体, 哦, 你呀,
西风, 你让种籽展开翱翔的翅膀,
飞落到黑暗的冬床, 冰冷地躺下,
像一具具尸体深葬于坟墓, 直到
你那蔚蓝色的阳春姐妹凯旋归家,
向睡梦中的大地吹响了她的号角,
催促蓓蕾, 有如驱使吃草的群羊,
让漫山遍野注满生命的芳香色调;
剽悍的精灵, 你的身影遍及四方,
哦,听吧, 你既在毁坏, 又在保藏!
二
在你的湍流中, 在高空的骚动中,
纷乱的云块就像飘零飞坠的叶子,
你从天空和海洋相互交错的树丛
抖落出传送雷雨以及闪电的天使;
在你的气体波涛的蔚蓝色的表面,
恰似酒神女祭司的头上竖起缕缕
亮闪闪的青丝, 从朦胧的地平线
一直到苍天的顶端, 全都披散着
即将来临的一场暴风骤雨的发卷,
你就是唱给垂死岁月的一曲挽歌,
四合的夜幕, 是巨大墓陵的拱顶,
它建构于由你所集聚而成的气魄,
可是从你坚固的气势中将会喷迸
黑雨、电火以及冰雹; 哦, 请听!
三
你啊, 把蓝色的地中海从夏梦中
唤醒, 它曾被清澈的水催送入眠,
就一直躺在那个地方, 酣睡沉沉,
睡在拜伊海湾的一个石岛的旁边,
在睡梦中看到古老的宫殿和楼台
在烈日之下的海波中轻轻地震颤,
它们全都开满鲜花, 又生满青苔,
散发而出的醉人的芳香难以描述!
见到你, 大西洋的水波豁然裂开,
为你让出道路, 而在海底的深处,
枝叶里面没有浆汁的淤泥的丛林
和无数的海花、珊瑚, 一旦听出
你的声音, 一个个顿时胆战心惊,
颤栗着, 像遭了劫掠, 哦, 请听!
四
假如我是一片任你吹卷的枯叶,
假若我是一朵随你飘飞的云彩,
或是在你威力之下喘息的水波,
分享你强健的搏动, 悠闲自在,
不羁的风啊, 哪怕不及你自由,
或者, 假若我能像童年的时代,
陪伴着你在那天国里任意翱游,
即使比你飞得更快也并非幻想——
那么我绝不向你这般苦苦哀求:
啊, 卷起我吧! 如同翻卷波浪、
或像横扫落叶、或像驱赶浮云!
我跃进人生的荆棘, 鲜血直淌!
岁月的重负缚住了我这颗灵魂,
它太像你了:敏捷、高傲、不驯。
五
拿我当琴吧, 就像那一片树林,
哪怕我周身的叶儿也同样飘落!
你以非凡和谐中的狂放的激情
让我和树林都奏出雄浑的秋乐,
悲凉而又甜美。狂暴的精灵哟,
但愿你我迅猛的灵魂能够契合!
把我僵死的思想撒向整个宇宙,
像枯叶被驱赶去催促新的生命!
而且, 依凭我这首诗中的符咒,
把我的话语传给天下所有的人,
就像从未熄的炉中拨放出火花!
让那预言的号角通过我的嘴唇
向昏沉的大地吹奏! 哦, 风啊,
如果冬天来了, 春天还会远吗?
英文 ：
Ode to the West Wind
- Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
I
1 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
2 Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
3 Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
4 Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
5 Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
6 Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
7 The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
8 Each like a corpse within its grave, until
9 Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
10 Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
11 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
12 With living hues and odours plain and hill:
13 Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
14 Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!
II
15 Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,
16 Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
17 Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
18 Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
19 On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
20 Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
21 Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
22 Of the horizon to the zenith's height,
23 The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
24 Of the dying year, to which this closing night
25 Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
26 Vaulted with all thy congregated might
27 Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
28 Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!
III
29 Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
30 The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
31 Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,
32 Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
33 And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
34 Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
35 All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
36 So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
37 For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
38 Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
39 The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
40 The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
41 Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
42 And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!
IV
43 If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
44 If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
45 A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
46 The impulse of thy strength, only less free
47 Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
48 I were as in my boyhood, and could be
49 The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
50 As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
51 Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven
52 As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
53 Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
54 I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
55 A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd
56 One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
V
57 Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
58 What if my leaves are falling like its own!
59 The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
60 Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
61 Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
62 My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
63 Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
64 Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!
65 And, by the incantation of this verse,
66 Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
67 Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
68 Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth
69 The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
70 If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
雪莱（1792-1822），生于英国萨塞克斯郡。1816年往瑞士，与拜伦结为好友。1822年与友人驾帆船出海，遇暴风，舟沉身亡。作品包括长诗《仙后麦布》（Queen Mab）、《阿多尼斯》（Adonais）等。《西风颂》，全诗五节，每节的韵脚安排是：aba，bcb，cdc，ded，ee。
其中的名句，“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? ”
这是雪莱在歌唱西风，同时在激励和鞭策自己。雪莱是一个热情的浪漫主义诗人，同时又是一个勇敢的革命战士，他以诗歌作武器，积极投身革命运动，经受过失败和挫折，但始终保持着高昂的战斗精神。他早年就赴爱尔兰参加民族解放斗争，回到英国后继续抨击暴政，鼓吹革命，同情和支持工人运动。因而受到资产阶级反动政府的迫害，不得不愤然离开自己的祖国。在旅居意大利期间，他与意大利“烧炭党”人和希腊革命志士来往密切，同情和支持他们的革命活动。在《西风颂》里，熔铸着雪莱坎坷的人生道路，倾注着雪莱对反动统治者的满腔愤恨，洋溢着雪莱不屈不挠的战斗精神，表达了雪莱献身革命的强烈愿望。
《西风颂》是秋天的歌，是时代的声音。19世纪初叶，科学社会主义还没有诞生，欧洲各国的工人运动还处在自发阶段，封建贵族和资产阶级的反动势力还很强大，“神圣同盟”的魔影正在到处游荡着。大地还没有苏醒，寒冬还在后头。所以，《西风颂》不免带有“婉转而忧愁”的调子。但作为社会主义思想的先驱，雪莱对革命前途和人类命运始终保持着乐观主义的坚定信念，他坚信正义必定战胜邪恶，光明必定代替黑暗。从总的倾向来看，《西风颂》的旋律又是“猛烈、刚强”的。诗人以“天才的预言家”的姿态向全世界大声宣告：
如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗?.