Suicide in the trenches
Siegfried Sassoon

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

战壕中的自杀
西格弗里德·萨松

我认识一个平凡的当兵小伙
他总是微笑，面对单调的生活
即使孤独黑夜，也能安然入睡
而在清晨，又与鸟儿一起唱歌

可在冬天的战壕，他却忧愁颤抖
伴随着炮火、虫蚁和不够多的酒
对着自己的脑袋扣下了扳机
从此，便再也没人把他提起

你们，看着士兵前进欢呼的人群
带着得意的面孔和闪亮的眼睛
快躲回家去！求自己永远别知道
怎样的地狱，在等着他们的青春与欢笑

告别生命
（作于6月17日夜与18日晨，藏于林中，伤重无望，等待死亡）

灼烧伤口剧痛，苍白双唇颤抖，
我的生命，就快要走到尽头。
而既然这心，已无力跳动——主啊！
我把一切都献上，可符合你的要求？

多少青春幻梦，在我眼前浮现，
难道美好愿景，将是镜花水月？
不会！不会！在我心中执念，
岂能因魂归天国，就消失不见？

而不管称之为爱，还是称为自由，
我以激烈和少年的心所倾慕，
我的避难所，我一切的庇护，

正如炽天使般，扇动着六翼，
在等我的灵魂，将这具躯体远离，
随阵清风，去那霞光微露的天际。

Abschied vom Leben
Carl Theodor Körner

Die Wunde brennt - die bleichen Lippen beben -
ich fühl's an meines Herzens matterm Schlage,
hier steh ich an den Marken meiner Tage -
Gott, wie du willst! Dir hab ich mich ergeben. -

Viel gold'ne Bilder sah ich um mich schweben;
das schöne Traumbild wird zur Totenklage. -
Mut! Mut! - Was ich so treu im Herzen trage,
das muß ja doch dort ewig mit mir leben! -

Und was ich hier als Heiligtum erkannte,
wofür ich rasch und jugendlich entbrannte,
ob ich's nun Freiheit, ob ich's Liebe nannte:

Als lichte Seraphe seh ich's vor mir stehen; -
und wie die Sinne langsam mir vergehen,
trägt mich ein Hauch zu morgenroten Höhen. -

We Have Been Friends Together
by Caroline Norton

WE have been friends together
In sunshine and in shade,
Since first beneath the chestnut trees,
In infancy we played.
But coldness dwells within thy heart,
A cloud is on thy brow;
We have been friends together,
Shall a light word part us now?

We have been gay together;
We have laughed at little jests;
For the fount of hope was gushing
Warm and joyous in our breasts,
But laughter now hath fled thy lip,
And sullen glooms thy brow;
We have been gay together,
Shall a light word part us now?

We have been sad together;
We have wept with bitter tears
O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered
The hopes of early years.
The voices which are silent there
Would bid thee clear thy brow;
We have been sad together.
Oh, what shall part us now?

我们曾共享友谊
卡罗琳·诺顿

我们曾共享友谊
度过晴朗与阴霾
自孩提时的青梅竹马
相识在栗子树下
可寒冷在你心中生长
阴云爬上你眉头
我们曾共享友谊
闲言碎语就能让我们分开？

我们曾共同欢乐
彼此嬉笑与捉弄
因为希望之泉在心中
温暖愉快地喷涌
可笑声从你唇边飞去
阴郁缠上你眉头
我们曾共同欢乐
闲言碎语就能让我们分开？

我们曾共同伤悲
一起落下伤心泪
凭吊那些年轻的梦想
早已在坟中沉睡
在那儿静默的话语呵
会催你扬起眉头
我们曾共同伤悲
哦还有什么能让我们分开？

Writing
William Allingham

A MAN who keeps a diary, pays
Due toll to many tedious days;
But life becomes eventful--then
His busy hand forgets the pen.
Most books, indeed, are records less
Of fulness than of emptiness.

小短章
原作 威廉·阿林汉

写下日记
只是为琐碎的时光交出税赋
一旦忙碌
谁又有空去笔录无用的点滴？
所谓书籍
大多蕴藏的并非生活的丰富
而是空虚

While the West is Paling
William Ernest Henley

WHILE the west is paling
Starshine is begun.
While the dusk is failing
Glimmers up the sun.

So, till darkness cover
Life's retreating gleam,
Lover follows lover,
Dream succeeds to dream.

Stoop to my endeavour,
O my love, and be
Only and for ever
Sun and stars to me.

每当西天暗淡
威廉·厄内斯特·亨利

每当西天暗淡
星光逐渐盛
每当晨临雾散
红日缓缓升

所以，直到黑暗覆盖
生命最后一次黄昏
情人要与情人相爱
梦想会被梦想传承

而你，我爱，只愿你
能把我这颗苦心体谅
来做我唯一且永远的
朝霞和星光

这首已经不太能算翻译了。Blame the author!

Song: Persuasions to Enjoy
Thomas Carew

IF the quick spirits in your eye
Now languish, and anon must die;
If every sweet, and every grace
Must fly from that forsaken face;
Then, Celia, let us reap our joys,
Ere Time such goodly fruit destroys.

Or if that golden fleece must grow
Forever, free from aged snow;
If those bright suns must know no shade,
Nor your fresh beauties ever fade;
Then fear not, Celia, to bestow
What, still being gathered, still must grow.
Thus, either Time his sickle brings
In vain, or else in vain his wings.

及时行乐歌
托马斯·卡鲁

若那些在你眼中的热望
会凋谢，并终将死亡
若所有微笑，一切优雅
要抛弃和离开你的脸颊
那希莉亚，且让我们赶在时间前头
把欢乐果实收割，别等它们被夺走

而假如，金色羊毛能不惧
终年积雪而生长持续
假如这阳光不放过任一丝阴霾
而你的美丽也永远不离开
那么别怕，希莉亚，你只需继续给予那
虽采集而不尽，也将永不停息的火花
这样，即使时间的镰刀仍将划过
它也带不走你最好的年华

Why, Why Repine
Walter Savage Landor

WHY, why repine, my pensive friend,
At pleasures slipp'd away?
Some the stern Fates will never lend,
And all refuse to stay.

I see the rainbow in the sky,
The dew upon the grass,
I see them, and I ask not why
They glimmer or they pass.

With folded arms I linger not
To call them back; 'twere vain;
In this, or in some other spot,
I know they'll shine again.

为何你要不满
沃特·萨维奇·兰德

为何，我忧郁的朋友，为何你要不满
那些逝去欢欣总是短暂？
它们本不是从严苛的命运手中借得
也不会为谁多停留一刻

我爱看空中的虹桥
我爱看露珠降于小草
可我从不踟躇埋怨
他们为何会转眼不见

我不会四处奔走，叫他们归来
假如去做，倒真成了蠢材
因为呵，不在此处，就在他方
我知道它们必将再放光芒

There is No God
by Arthur Hugh Clough

`There is no God,' the wicked saith,
  `And truly it's a blessing,
For what he might have done with us
  It's better only guessing.'

`There is no God,' a youngster thinks,
  `Or really, if there may be,
He surely didn't mean a man
  Always to be a baby.'

`There is no God, or if there is,'
  The tradesman thinks, ` 'twere funny
If he should take it ill in me
  To make a little money.'

`Whether there be,' the rich man says,
  `It matters very little,
For I and mine, thank somebody,
  Are not in want of victual.'

Some others, also, to themselves
  Who scarce so much as doubt it,
Think there is none, when they are well,
  And do not think about it.

But country folks who live beneath
  The shadow of the steeple;
The parson and the parson's wife,
  And mostly married people;

Youths green and happy in first love,
  So thankful for illusion;
And men caught out in what the world
  Calls guilt, in first confusion;

And almost everyone when age,
  Disease, or sorrows strike him,
Inclines to think there is a God,
  Or something very like him.

这世间没有上帝
　阿瑟·休·克劳夫

“这世间没有上帝，”恶人如此说，
“这福分可真是几世修得。
　我们只用瞎猜，而不必真的害怕，
　他会对我们降下什么惩罚。”

“这世间没有上帝，”孩童心想，
“假如真有，不是谎话，
　那他怎么还不让我
　这样的男人快快长大？”

“这世间没有上帝，而假如真有，”
　手艺人想着，“那可真奇怪
　他为何要对我不好，让我
　只挣得到些许的钱财？”

“不管有或没有，”有钱人言道，
“都没什么太大关系，
　因为某些人的缘故，我啊
　对衣食可没什么好忧虑。”

　还有一些人，当危险临头时，
　他们动摇害怕，便不相信他存在。
　而当一切安好，诸事合意，
　这问题他们又懒得去理睬。

　但我知道，教堂尖顶所望的地域，
　过着简单生活的普通村民，
　教区牧师和他的妻子，
　和几乎所有已成家的人丁。

　初次坠入爱河的少男少女，
　对心中幻想充满了感恩；
　还有那些只因一念差迟，
　懵懵懂懂犯下罪孽的人；

　以及所有人，当他们韶华已逝，
　当被疾病侵袭、或抵挡不住悲哀，
　他们会希望这世间有上帝——
　或一个与他相近的存在。

The Epigraph of Seven kills

God favours people with all the beautiful and good things,
While men produce the worst evildoings beneath the sky.
Should there be a sentence for all the silly beings,
I would suggest, "die die die die die die die."

Ephemera
Hazel Hall
THERE is a woman who makes my eye
A place of shadows, as now and then
I see her dimly going by,
And faintly coming back again.

She moves as many others move;
There is no uttrance in her tread
To tempt an echo, nor to prove
What other footsteps have not said.

As often as she comes and goes
She is forgotten, as now and then
The wind is forgotten until it blows
A blur of dust down the street again.

蜉蝣吟
海泽·赫尔
每当那位女士，如同鬼魅
模糊的身影从我面前经过
又踏着朦胧的脚步返回
都会使我的眼睛黯淡失色

她的举止和常人也相近
轻盈的步履并不发出声响
并不喧闹，或引什么回音
和其他的脚步没什么两样

可虽然她时常在此间往返
却被大家所遗忘，就好比
只有当风再次将街尘吹散
才有人把它的存在记起

注：The "women" is, unsurprisingly, Death.

Emperor Tang -- Skeptic
Paul Eldridge (1888-1982)
novelist, poet and writer of short stories

CLOSER than my body's shadow
Follows the blind nameless One,
Carrying in his tightened, yellow fist
Time, the thin sputtering candle,
And in his swollen cheeks
Death, the grey wind.
So fill and refill my deep, golden horn
With the strongest wine,
O wise men of China,
Before declaiming in magnificent verse
My immortality,
That I may nod,
My eyes glittering with dreams,
And believe --

唐皇
保罗·艾尔里基

那盲目且无名的存在
跟着我比影子更近
它干枯的手中紧握
时间这柱飘摇的烛光
双颊中鼓鼓地含着
死亡这阵灰风
呵，因此啊，中国的智者
请把我那金色的号角
用最烈的酒盛满，莫停
再用你那华美的诗句
歌颂我的不朽
而我定会颔首
用闪烁着梦想的双眼顾盼
并相信——

Come not, when I am dead
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

COME not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.
There let the wind sweep and the plover cry;
    But thou, go by.

Child, if it were thine error or thy crime
I care no longer, being all unblest:
Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of time,
And I desire to rest.
Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie; 

    Go by, go by.

当我故去，别来
阿尔弗雷德·丁尼生勋爵

当我故去，别来，
把你愚蠢的泪洒在坟头，
把我头顶的泥土踩踏。
你还没把我这具残躯烦够？
这儿有风来清扫，有鸻鸟为我哭吊，
　　可你，不要再留。

孩子，假如你是想忏悔，或来道歉
失陪，这堆白骨已不在乎
有什么姻缘敬请做主，但我已厌倦一切，
我只望安眠。
软弱的家伙，留我躺在此处就好，
你还得继续远游，
　　别留，别留！

The lantern bearer lights the way
For those who no more seize the day;
Blind eyes peer out of every head
That crowds the carriage of the dead.

A miser thought to keep his gold
As shield against the coming cold.
But what cared Death for mortal gains?
He smiled upon the miser's pains.

No crown nor coin can halt time's flight
Or stay the armies of the night.
King and villein, lad and lass,
All answer to the hour glass.

Her hour had come; his mother smiled
And sighed beside her infant child.
But he too, answered to the curse
And found himself an older nurse.

A gentle hand will help the dead
To find the way to their last bed;
Who engineers the mortal's end
Will tell you he is man's best friend.

提灯者照亮前路，
　引导去往彼方的灵魂。
马车中挤满死人，
　向外投着空洞的眼神。

有财奴守着金银，
　想要买退将到的严寒。
生财于死神何用？
　他笑品着这人的苦难。

权钱套不住白驹，
　也挡不了勾魂的小鬼。
王与寇，男或女，
　都要依着时间的法规。

大限将至的母亲，
　看着婴儿微笑又轻叹。
他也出奇的安静，
　像是自己在把她照看。

而当踏进死之国，
　是谁向你伸出了援手？
那儿的主人会说，
　他才是你最好的朋友。

XXXV.

On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
Drumming like a noise in dreams.

Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
Soldiers marching, all to die.

East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of comrades slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.

Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the screaming fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.

35.

在夏日空旷的小山坡，
我闭上双眼，听溪流涓涓，
这小睡却被阵噪音点破，
是远处行军，正击鼓连连。

由远，及近，由低，变响，
遍布此间的道路上，
他们各有亲朋，却同奔战场，
每一个人，都在迈向死亡。

自西，到东，被遗忘的阵地，
曾经的战友们，尸骨已白，
多少青春年华，腐朽沉寂，
没有任何人，可以回来。

军中的号角在远方吹响，
尖利的横笛也高声呼叫，
红装的士兵们斗志昂扬：
“母亲生我，就为了今朝！”

II.

LOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now 
Is hung with bloom along the bough, 
And stands about the woodland ride 
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again, 
And take from seventy springs a score, 
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom 
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go 
To see the cherry hung with snow.

樱桃树，最窈窕
如今花满压枝条
春来未半林边立
迎佳节，白衣装

人生数，凡古稀
我已度得二十期
若将七十减廿载
只剩得，五十余

而观世间花茂盛
短短五十怎能收？
且许我到林边路
看雪落，在枝头

XXVI.

ALONG the field as we came by 
A year ago, my love and I, 
The aspen over stile and stone 
Was talking to itself alone. 
‘Oh who are these that kiss and pass?
A country lover and his lass; 
Two lovers looking to be wed; 
And time shall put them both to bed, 
But she shall lie with earth above, 
And he beside another love.’

And sure enough beneath the tree 
There walks another love with me, 
And overhead the aspen heaves 
Its rainy-sounding silver leaves; 
And I spell nothing in their stir,
But now perhaps they speak to her, 
And plain for her to understand 
They talk about a time at hand 
When I shall sleep with clover clad, 
And she beside another lad.

26

去年我与她并肩
路过一方田地边
有株白杨石阶之上
正对自己轻声吟唱
“哦谁在此处亲热过往？
乡村小伙和他的姑娘
两情相悦快要婚配
时间会让他们安睡
可她将是长眠地下
而他陪伴另一个她”

果然如今在树下
我有一个新的她
而那白杨又再摇动
银色树叶娑沙空中
说的什么我无法解读
或许它们是对她陈诉
用她能听懂的方式
它们预言某个近时
当我身旁苜蓿生长
她将拥着新的情郎

XLVIII.

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Think rather,-- call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.

Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.

Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,
I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.

Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation--
Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?

安静呵，我的灵魂，安静；你的武器太脆弱，
　而这天地，却铸得太坚固、历了太久沧桑。
请用心，想一想——若你现在有些许的难过——
　我们沉睡的时光，呵，因为它们可够漫长。

当时人们虽然冷漠，但石穴中没有亮光，
　我沉睡不视；有人流泪，可我却无从忧伤；
血汗白费鲜血白流，而我未曾感到悲哀，
　当时一切我能忍受，因为生命还没到来。

可如今，我苦苦思索却寻不出个答案，
　哪怕我已跋涉、深深呼吸、享受着阳光！　
静呵，静些！我的灵魂，且等这生命过完：
　熬过这一刹那，就再看不到不公猖狂①。

看呀：这天地自原初来便不停的痛苦，
　所有撕人心肺的恶毒，一切荒唐愚昧：
恐惧、嘲笑、憎恨、担心、愤怒——
　哦为什么我要醒来？我何时才能再睡？

_______________________________

注①：以诗人在上下文的描述，此处see injustice done无疑指的是，等这短暂的人生（对比生前的日子“they were long”，而此世“but for a season”、“endure an hour”）结束，“我们”便再也不用看到不公，和出生前一样。done虽指完结之意，但完结的不是“不公”，而是诗人的“眼界”。

XXXIII.

IF truth in hearts that perish 
  Could move the powers on high, 
I think the love I bear you 
  Should make you not to die. 

Sure, sure, if stedfast meaning,
  If single thought could save, 
The world might end to-morrow, 
  You should not see the grave. 

This long and sure-set liking, 
  This boundless will to please,
—Oh, you should live for ever 
  If there were help in these. 

But now, since all is idle, 

  To this lost heart be kind, 
Ere to a town you journey
  Where friends are ill to find. 

33.

假如久存内心的切望，
　能不白费，而感动上苍，
我想我对你的爱一定，
　足以让你逃避开死亡。

假如，当真，单只相思，
　只虔诚信念就能维系，
那便使世界明天终结，
　你也不会随着它同去。　

而不停息的奉献之心，
　和这漫长坚定的倾慕：
哦你定能永远活着，
—只需它们有丁点用处！

可既然，一切无用，
只请你
　善待这颗落空的心，
因你一朝离开此地，
　他乡将难再遇知己。

XV.

LOOK not in my eyes, for fear 
  They mirror true the sight I see, 
And there you find your face too clear 
  And love it and be lost like me. 
One the long nights through must lie
  Spent in star-defeated sighs, 
But why should you as well as I 
  Perish? gaze not in my eyes. 

A Grecian lad, as I hear tell, 
  One that many loved in vain,
Looked into a forest well 
  And never looked away again. 
There, when the turf in springtime flowers, 
  With downward eye and gazes sad, 
Stands amid the glancing showers
  A jonquil, not a Grecian lad.

15.

请莫，注视我的双眼，只因，
　它们将我所见映得太真切，
而你会将自己的容颜看清，
　和我一样坠入爱情这永劫。
那将是漫漫长夜辗转难渡，
　耗在仰望星空叹息的窗前。
但这份苦难我独担也就够，
　因此，请莫凝视我的双眼。

我曾听说，一位希腊少年，
　有多少姑娘为他白费青春，
他曾望向林中清泉的水面，
　从此便再也不曾掉转眼神。
而当春天的土地披上新装，
　是谁低头凝视带着些幽怨？
时来斜风雨迷茫：
　少年不再，惟余水仙。

XIII. When I was one-and-twenty

WHEN I was one-and-twenty 
  I heard a wise man say, 
‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas 
  But not your heart away; 

Give pearls away and rubies
  But keep your fancy free.’ 
But I was one-and-twenty, 
  No use to talk to me. 

When I was one-and-twenty 
  I heard him say again,
‘The heart out of the bosom 
  Was never given in vain; 
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty 
  And sold for endless rue.’ 
And I am two-and-twenty,
  And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.

13.

　当我年方二十一，
　　曾有智者对我言：
　“赠人金银或铁钱，
　莫把真心相赠与。

　赠人珍珠与宝石，
　　切莫贪恋与痴迷。”
　可是我只二十一，
　　说或不说有何异？

　当我年方二十一，
　他又对我言谆谆，
　“此心既出不再来，
　　却有别物入胸怀：
　　换得长叹哀且久，
　　兑以无限悔与忧。”
　今我二十已有二，
　噫！此话是真，是真。

XXVII. Is my team ploughing

‘IS my team ploughing, 
  That I was used to drive 
And hear the harness jingle 
  When I was man alive?’ 

Ay, the horses trample,
  The harness jingles now; 
No change though you lie under 
  The land you used to plough. 

‘Is football playing 
  Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather, 
  Now I stand up no more?’ 

Ay, the ball is flying, 
  The lads play heart and soul; 
The goal stands up, the keeper
  Stands up to keep the goal. 

‘Is my girl happy, 
  That I thought hard to leave, 
And has she tired of weeping 
  As she lies down at eve?’

Ay, she lies down lightly, 
  She lies not down to weep: 
Your girl is well contented. 
  Be still, my lad, and sleep. 

‘Is my friend hearty,
  Now I am thin and pine, 
And has he found to sleep in 
  A better bed than mine?’ 

Yes, lad, I lie easy, 
  I lie as lads would choose;
I cheer a dead man’s sweetheart, 
  Never ask me whose.

“我的马匹是否还耕田？
　如今我常想起从前，
　手握缰绳辔具响，
　它们可还与我生时一样？”

　哎，你的马儿不曾停，
　马具绳索响叮叮，
　虽你已长眠此地，
　耕作的脚步不止息。

“大家是否还踢球？
　沿着河岸乐悠悠，
　皮球被你夺又他争，
　而我却再不能起身。”

　哎，皮球仍在飞，
　伙伴们投入又开怀，
　球门依地而立，
　守门员起身把球摘。

“我的姑娘过得好不好？
　我心中真难将她割舍，
　她是否已能安心入睡，
　不再把泪流成河？”

　哎，她入睡轻又宁，
　不再把泪落枕前。
　你的姑娘心宁静，
　伙伴啊，你也可安眠。

“我的朋友是否健康？
　如今我已消瘦枯黄，
　他现在所躺的床铺，
　可比这块方寸要强？”

　多谢，我友，我睡得很美，
　换了任何人都会一样，
　我逗乐一名死了情郎的姑娘，
　别问我她是谁。