惠特曼《自我之歌》第35翻译

胡桑 · 发表于 2006-10-20 01:31:49

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>Song of Myself
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>Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
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>35 Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight? Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars? List to the story as my grandmother's father, the sailor, told it to me.
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>Our foe was no skulk in his ship, I tell you, (said he,) His was the surly English pluck--and there is no tougher or truer, and never was,and never will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking us.
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>We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands.
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>We had receiv'd some eighteen pound shots under the water, On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead.
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>Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the afterhold to give them a chance for themselves.
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>The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces, they do not know whom to trust.
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>Our frigate takes fire; The other asks if we demand quarter? If our colors are struck, and the fighting is done?
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>Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting.
Only three guns are in use, One is directed by the captain himself against the enemy's mainmast, Two well serv’d with grape and canister, silence his musketry and clear his decks.
The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold out bravely during the whole of the action.
Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder- magazine.
One of the pumps has been shot away, it is generally thought we are sinking.
Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low, His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns.
Toward twelve there in the beams of the moonthey surrender to us.
《自我之歌》
（美）沃尔特·惠特曼 胡桑译
35 你可曾听说过一场旧时的海战？ 你可知道月亮与星辰之战的获胜者？ 让我们倾听我祖母的父亲，一个海员，给我讲的故事。
我们的敌人可不会偷偷摸摸待在船上，我告诉你，（他说，） 他的英勇真正是英国式的，再没有人比他更强韧更忠诚，从没有过，也决不会有； 跟随降落的黄昏他来搜寻我们那么恐怖。
我们与他短兵相接，战场一片混乱，大炮相接， 我们的船长亲自上阵疾速抽打。
我们的战舰遭受了水下十八英镑重的炮弹， 首次开火时我们的低层大炮甲板上两颗巨大的炮弹爆炸了，杀死了周围全部的人并在头顶扩散。
激战到日落，激战到黑夜， 夜晚十点，满月涌出，我们的收获是船的裂缝，据报进水五英尺， 卫兵士官释放监禁在后舱的囚犯，给他们逃生的机会。
守卫截住了进出弹药库的运输线， 他们看到众多陌生的面孔，不知谁该信任。
我们的战舰着火了， 对方质问我们是否需要宽恕？ 一旦我们的舰旗被打倒，战斗就要结束？
此时我满足地笑了，我听到小船长的声音， 我们没有被打倒，他镇定地喊道，属于我们的战斗刚刚开始。
我们的大炮只有三尊还在使用， 一尊由船长亲自指挥瞄准敌人的主桅， 两尊装满了葡萄和罐头平息了敌人的步枪清理了敌人的甲板。
顶层的人以微弱的攻击支持着活力，尤其是主桅楼， 他们勇敢地坚持于整个战斗。
一刻不停， 在水泵的工作中船迅速开裂，火快要吞食弹药库。
其中一个水泵已被击毁，大家都知道我们正在下沉。
小船长平静地站着， 他毫不急躁，他的声音不高也不低， 他给我们比军用照明灯更多的光。
临近十二点在月光下他们向我们投降。
 注：惠特曼的《自我之歌》有很多版本，本诗依据“临终版”（Deathbed Edition），原诗共52首，此处只翻译第35首。此诗原文时态比较特别，前四段用过去时，第五段开始均用现在时，一种逼真的现场感突然降临，翻译很难体现。关于此诗题解，赵萝蕤女士是这样写的：“这是作者听外祖母的父亲讲的。老人曾在约翰·保罗·龚斯手下服役。战争发生在1779年9月23日，作者也曾读过龚斯写给富兰克林的信，信中讲了这一战役。”此诗参照了赵萝蕤女士的个别翻译，在此我真诚地表达对这位已故乡党的敬意。

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曾蒙 · 发表于 2006-10-25 22:31:36

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