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雨巷
戴望舒 作
一
撑着油纸伞，独自
彷徨在悠长、悠长
又寂寥的雨巷，
我希望逢着
一个丁香一样地
结着愁怨的姑娘。
她是有
丁香一样的颜色，
丁香一样的芬芳，
丁香一样的忧愁，
在雨中哀怨，
哀怨又彷徨；
二
她彷徨在寂寥的雨巷，
撑着油纸伞
像我一样，
像我一样地
默默踟躇着
冷漠，凄清，又惆怅。
她默默地走近，
走近，又投出
太息一般的眼光
她飘过
像梦一般地，
像梦一般地凄婉迷茫。
三
像梦中飘过
一枝丁香地，
我身旁飘过这个女郎；
她静默地远了，远了，
到了颓圮的篱墙，
走尽这雨巷。
在雨的哀曲里，
消了她的颜色，
散了她的芬芳，
消散了，甚至她的
太息般的眼光
丁香般的惆怅。
四
撑着油纸伞，独自
彷徨在悠长、悠长
又寂寥的雨巷，
我希望飘过
一个丁香一样地
结着愁怨的姑娘。
译本1
A Rainy Alley
By Dai Wangshu
许景城 译
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, forlorn
I dawdle back and forth along a long,
long but lonely rainy alley.
I’m eager badly
to come across a beauty
like a lilac curled by anxiety.
she does bear
a lilac-like hue,
a lilac-like sweet air,
and a lilac-like rue,
in the rain tearing,
moaning and Wandering.
She lingers in this rainy alley lonely
holding an oil-paper umbrella tightly,
like me,
just like me
roving quietly,
looking cold, somber and gloomy.
She silently comes close,
closer, yet only throws
a glance like a sigh.
She passes by,
like a grieving dream,
like a confusing dream.
Like a lilac in a dream
floating and drifting,
she leaves me behind, I deem:
Quietly she’s farther and farther walking,
to the ruined fence and wall,
out of this rainy lane at all.
In this rainy rue
vanishes her hue,
fade her sweet airs,
and even the shares
of her sigh-like glance,
and lilac-like sad trance.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, forlorn
I loiter back and forth along a long,
long but Lonely rainy alley.
I’m eager badly
to be passed by a beauty
like a lilac curled by anxiety.
Translated in Menai View Terrace, Bangor
02-05-2016
译本2
A Lane in the Rain
By Dai Wangshu
杨宪益、戴乃迭 译
Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella,
I wander along a long
Solitary lane in the rain,
Hoping to encounter
A girl like a bouquet of lilacs
Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.
A girl
The colour of lilacs,
The fragrance of lilacs,
With the worries of lilacs,
Feeling melancholy in the rain,
Plaintive and hesitating.
She wanders along the solitary lane inthe rain,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
Just as I do,
Just like me,
Walking slowly in silence,
Aloof, sad and melancholy.
Silently she comes closer,
Closer, giving me
A glance like a sigh;
Then she floats past
Like a dream,
Dreary and blank like a dream.
Like a lilac
Floating past in a dream,
the girl floats past me;
Silently she goes further and further,
To the crumbling wall,
Out of the lane in the rain.
In the mournful melody of the rain,
Her colour has faded,
Her fragrance has disappeared,
Vanished into the void;
Even her glance like a sigh,
Melancholy like lilacs.
Alone, holding an oil-paper umbrella,
I wander along a long
Solitary lane in the rain,
Hoping to pass
A girl like a bouquet of lilacs
Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.
译本3
The Alley in the Rain
By Dai Wangshu
Wai-Lim Yip 译
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone,
I hesitate in a long, long,
Sparse, quiet alley in the rain.
Would that I encountered
A girl, sorrow-laden,
Like a lilac.
A girl with
Color like the lilac,
Fragrance like the lilac,
Sadness like the lilac,
Pensive in the rain,
Hesitating and pensive.
Hesitating in this sparse, quiet alley in the rain,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Like me,
Like me,
Moving slowly, silently,
Cold, plaintive, melancholy.
She comes quietly closer,
Closer, casts
A glance like a sigh,
And floats past
Like a dream,
Like the misty grief in a dream.
Floating past like a dream,
Like a twig of lilac,
This girl floats past me,
And quietly moves away, away,
Toward the broken bamboo-fence,
And lost in the alley in the rain.
In the sad refrain of the rain,
Has disappeared her color,
Has disappeared her fragrance,
Has disappeared even her
Sigh-laden glance,
The lilaclike melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone,
I hesitate in a long, long,
Sparse, quiet alley in the rain.
Would that I encountered
A girl, sorrow-laden,
Like a lilac.
译本4
Rainy Alley
By Dai Wangshu
Gregory B. Lee 译
Holding up an oil-paper umbrella,
I loiter aimlessly in the long, long
and lonely rainy alley,
I hope to encounter
a lilac-like girl
nursing her resentment.
A lilac-like color she has,
a lilac-like fragrance,
a lilac-like sadness,
melancholy in the rain,
sorrowful and uncertain;
She loiters aimlessly in this lonely rainy alley,
holding up an oil-paper umbrella
just like me
and just like me
walks Silently,
apathetic, sad and disconsolate.
Silently she moves closer,
moves closer and casts
a sigh-like glance,
she glides by
like a dream
hazy and confused like a dream.
As in a dream she glides past
like a lilac spray,
this girl glides past beside me;
she silently moves away, moves away,
up to the broken-down bamboo fence,
to the end of the rainy alley.
In the rain’s sad song,
her color vanishes,
her fragrance diffuses,
even her
sigh-like glance,
lilac-like discontent
vanish.
Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, alone
aimlessly walking in the long, long
and lonely rainy alley,
I wish for
a lilac-like girl
nursing her resentment to glide by.
译本5
Alley in the Rain
By Dai Wangshu
Michelle Yeh 译
With an oil-paper umbrella, alone I
Wander in a long
Lonely alley in the rain,
Hoping to meet
A melancholy girl
Like a lilac.
She has
The coloring of a lilac,
The fragrance of a lilac,
The sorrow of a lilac–
Melancholy in the rain,
Melancholy and lost.
She wanders in the lonely alley in the rain
With an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Just like me,
Roaming quietly,
Indifferent, sad, and wistful.
She comes close
And casts
A look like a sigh;
She drifts by
Like a dream,
Like a sad, bewildering dream.
She drifts by like a lilac
In a dream;
The girl drifts by me.
She walks farther and farther
Until she reaches the broken fence
At the end of the alley in the rain.
Gone is her color,
Dimmed by the sad tune of the rain;
Gone is her fragrance;
Even her gaze like a sigh,
Her lilaclike wistfulness,
Are dispersed.
Alone, with an oil-paper umbrella I
Wander in this long
Lonely alley in the rain,
Hoping to meet
A melancholy girl
Like a lilac.
译本6
A Lane in Rain
By Dai Wangshu
Rewi Alley 译
Holding an oilpaper umbrella,
I wandered alone down
a long, long, solitary lane in the rain
hoping to meet that singularly sad girl
who reminded me of a lilac.
She seemed so mournful in the rain,
Wandering,
with the darkness of a lilac,
the sweetness of a lilac,
the sadness of a lilac.
She wandered down this lonely lane
holding an oilpaper umbrella
just like me,
and like me
walking slowly and silently,
listless, desolate, disconsolate.
Silently she neared me,
coming closer,
giving me a look
as if with a sigh,
then wafted past me as if in a dream,
bleak and distant.
Like a spray of lilac floating past
in dreams,
the girl passed me,
going on quietly, further, further,
till she reached
the crumbling wall
at the lane’s end.
In the melancholy rain,
her color faded,
her fragrance lost, together with
her look that was like a sigh, and
her sadness as that of lilac.
Holding an oilpaper umbrella,
I wandered alone down
a long, long, solitary lane in the rain,
hoping to waft by that singularly sad girl
who reminded me of a lilac.
译本7
Rainy Alley
By Dai Wangshu
丁祖馨 译
Holding a light umbrella
I walk back and forth alone
In a silent, rainy alley,
A long, an endlessly long alley,
Hoping to meet
A girl as sweet, as blue
As the lilac bud that knits her brows.
As graceful as lilac,
As fragrant as lilac,
As sad as lilac:
Back and forth she walks,
Worried in the rain,
Sad in the rain.
Holding a light umbrella
Back and forth she walks, and walks,
In this silent, rainy alley,
As I pace and plod,
Silent, alone,
Wearing my solitude, my sadness and pain.
Quietly she walks close by me,
Then closer, then closer,
Casting a glance
As if of a sigh,
She floats on by me
Plaintive as a dream,
A hazy dream,
A sad dream.
As if what flies by me
Is a branch of lilac in a dream,
The girl flits by me
In silence, in a distance
More distant, more distant,
Floats to a ruined wattled wall
At the end of this rainy alley.
And her rose-like color fades,
Her sweet, sweet fragrance fades,
To the sad tune of the rain.
Her glance disappears, her sign disappears,
Her lilac-like sadness.
Holding a light umbrella
I walk back and forth alone
In a silent, rainy alley,
A long, an endlessly long alley,
Hoping to meet
A girl as sweet, as blue
As the lilac bud that knits her brows.
译本8
Rain Lane
By Dai Wangshu
朱曼华 译
My umbrella being unfolded on,
Along the lane, narrow but long,
Alone I was wandering down.
I longed to meet
A bitter lilac-like girl,
She’s in resentful sorrow.
She was such a girl:
In lilac-like color,
With lilac-like smell,
She behaves in the lilac-like gloomy style.
She was sad in raining,
Walking back and forth, walking...
Walking down the lonely lane.
She upheld the umbrella-shaft
As I did,
As I did along the narrow lane.
To be silent,
Lonely, melancholy, indifferent.
In silence she was approaching,
On and on, approaching,
Glancing and glancing.
She’s passing by my side gently.
I could see her as if dreaming of fancy.
Leaving me coldly, she looks vast and hazy.
Like a lilac floating lightly,
Into my dream is the lady.
Gently passing by me,
Far, far away, she was vanishing silently,
To the end of the narrow way,
In which a ruined fence lay.
Her sad rainy song,
Or her pale face with her feeling down,
Her fragrance was not strong.
Even her sighing eyesight
Not so bright, but disconsolate.
Unfolding my umbrella, alone
The lonesome rain-lane long, long,
I wandered on, feeling down.
I longed to see a lilac girl,
Gently on her go,
She’s in resentful sorrow.
译本9
The Alley in the Rain
By Dai Wangshu
唐正秋 译
Holding an umbrella, I’m alone
Wandering about the long, long,
Lonely alley in the rain,
Hoping to encounter
A girl who bears her melancholy
Like a lilac flower.
She has
The color of a lilac,
The fragrance of a lilac,
And the melancholy of a lilac.
She looks sorrowful in the rain,
Sorrowful and depressed.
She paces the lonely alley,
Holding an umbrella,
Like me,
Just like me –
Walking quietly and slowly
In coldness, solitude and melancholy.
Quietly she comes close,
Close to me and casts
A glance, like a sigh.
She drifts away
Like a dream–
So dreary and deep.
Like a lilac flower drifting by
In a dream,
The girl passes by me;
Quietly she is walking away and away,
To a broken hedge,
To the end of the alley in the rain.
In the plaintive tune of the rain
Her color fades,
Her fragrance disappears,
So do her sighing glance
And lilac-like melancholy.
Holding an umbrella, I’m alone
Wandering about the long, long,
Lonely alley in the rain,
Hoping to see passing by
A girl who bears her melancholy
Like a lilac flower.
