华兹华斯《割麦女》The Solitary Reaper - Wordsworth

The Solitary ReaperWilliam WordsworthBehold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne&`&er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate&`&er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o&`&er the sickle bending;— I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. 割麦女华兹华斯（卞之琳 译）看她，在田里独自一个，那个苏格兰高原的少女！独自在收割，独自在唱歌；停住吧，或者悄悄走过去！她独自割麦，又把它捆好，唱着一只忧郁的曲调；听啊！整个深邃的谷地都有这一片歌声在洋溢。从没有夜莺能够唱出更美的音调来欢迎结队商，疲倦了，到一个荫凉的去处就在阿拉伯沙漠的中央：杜鹃鸟在春天叫得多动人，也没有这样子荡人心魂，尽管它惊破了远海的静悄，响彻了赫伯里底群岛。她唱的是什么，可有谁说得清？哀怨的曲调里也许在流传古老，不幸，悠久的事情，还有长远以前的征战；或者她唱的并不特殊，只是今日的家常事故？那些天然的丧忧、哀痛，有过的，以后还会有的种种？不管她唱的是什么题目，她的歌好象会没完没了；我看见她边唱边干活，弯着腰，挥动她的镰刀——我一动也不动，听了许久；后来，当我上山的时候，我把歌声还记在心上，虽然早已听不见声响。

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