受傷的鹿跳得最高,
獵人這樣對我講;
在一切靜止煞車前,
只是死前的狂躁。
被敲的岩石四濺,
被踩的鋼絲反彈。
臉上被叮之處,
紅班越是明顯。
歡笑是苦惱的鎧甲,
內藏對臂膀的告誡,
以防有人看見血跡,
驚呼“你受了傷”!
(老哈譯,20197.20前)
A WOUNDED deer leaps highest,
I ’ve heard the hunter tell;
’T is but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs:
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it caution arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And “You ’re hurt” exclaim!
No comments:
Post a Comment